The night sky was full of explosions of lights and vibrant colours; the sea of stars replaced with nebulous spills of intense chromaticity.

Though a smoky grey clouds the air, the smell of the vapour surprisingly pleasant, the fireworks opaquely remain seen throughout the fogginess with every pop reminiscent to a firearm.

In celebration of New Years, you and Fyodor watch as Nikolai ignites what he’s stolen, sending a flurry of the small missiles into the sky to erupt just for you to see. Nikolai stands too close to them, but Fyodor pays no mind. He has other ideas to pursue.

It began as midnight approached; first, the subtle act of shuffling closer, an innocent movement that was laced in hesitation. The reasoning behind his movements soon left naked and exposed as the time ticked down.

With a paled hand he extends, he softly takes ahold of your jaw and turns it towards himself, swiftly planting chapped and rosy lips against yours. As midnight hits, two hearts burst in sync with the fireworks.