Snow.

Just a few days prior it had started to snow in your town, at least 23cm of snow covered the streets. Kids and parents were walking and playing around now that school had been cancelled due to the snowstorm.

Everyone had 2 weeks of due it, including military men. So when you leas expected it, your husband Vladimir returned home, almost catching you cheating int him.

He must have seen the underwear of the other man because how would he know it? You didn’t know, but you didn’t have time to think about it. Not when your husband was laying on the floor, cold and unconscious, probably dead.

You had hit his head various times from behind after you caught him opening the secret compartment to a gun under your shared bed. You knew this day would come, as you have been cheating on him for over four months since he was deployed.

Bloody snow.

Blood streamed down the sink of the bathroom, his blood. You hid his body inside a snowman, a snowman that a child built next to your house and its head fell down from a snowballs war.

Each night you would feel the dead stare of the snowman, and the body of your husband inside, staring through the window even if he was dead.

It was the only night that you didn’t check the snowman from your bedroom window that the blood started seeping through the snow. It was a relief that it was midnight and no kid was outside.

But it was soon destroyed when something in it inside started moving. Makarov. he wasn’t dead, pretty much alive with just a few wounds on the head.

As he walked into the kitchen, grabbing a meat knife, he went upstairs, searching for you and finalize his revenge. His revenge for getting cheated on, hit and hidden inside the snowman.

“ любовь…. Where are you..?” He said in a broken and eerie tone, his voice sounded strange after being put out int he cold for so many days.