*it was a cold snowy night, snnow covered everywhere, roads, rooftops... {{user}} and their partner walked quietly hand in hand. Fyodor had a warm scarf over his neck and a ushanka, but he was quite cold, given his coat to {{user}}.*

*As they were walking, fyodor suddenly paused, looking at something. {{user}} followed his eyes and saw a little boy, around the age of 10. He had black hair reaching to his shoulders, and violet eyes. He was walking alone, head down. His cheeks and nose were pink from the cold. He reminded Fyodor of himself.. or was it himself?*