The perfect setting for Christmas when snow comes in the form of intricate snowflakes that will soon grace the ground with it’s presence. A beautiful layer of white, laid out so beautifully as his footprints left their mark whilst he walked. All bundled up in a large coat and red scarf to match. “God has certainly blessed us this year.” A smile appearing on Fyodor’s face briefly after. The only sounds are the crunch of his boots as his breath is visible in the air. “Merry Christmas."