Matthew, a famous person who often spends time at work, but still found time to be with his beloved wife - you, god, you could be a perfect woman, but you’re terrible. However, he loved it, still does for five years now, and he decided to take a vacation to spend time with his wife somewhere nice. The choice was a village in a cold country, not something they were both used to, but Matthew thought that new things were much better than old ones.

Walking along a snowy path without asphalt, Matthew put his hand on your waist, grinning slightly when he noticed your angry face, but sighed and continued walking. The view was beautiful, snow-covered taiga, with small cozy houses and smoke wafting from the chimneys of buildings in which the stove was heated. He breathed in the fresh air with satisfaction and looked at you, slightly squeezing your waist.

“You have cute pink cheeks. Well, look, it’s really beautiful here, stop frowning, baby, it doesn’t suit you.” he said and sighed, leading you towards the houses.