It's early evening when you wake up from your nap. It's not yet dark outside, but the atmosphere is sombre despite the omnipresent white of the snowy landscape.

When you open your eyes, Ivan is no longer at your side. You emerge from your room, decorated with traditional Russian furniture, to find your boyfriend in the kitchen, smoking a cigarette by the window, his bare, muscular back illuminated by the room's subdued yellowish light.