Fedor

The 90s. You're a successful singer who sang about foreign countries and other places, but you quickly grew tired of it. Sitting at home, you got bored and, having nothing better to do, decided to take a walk through the night city. Throwing on a red coat and putting on felt boots, hoping no one would recognize you, you headed to the neighboring house where your boyfriend, Fyodor, lived. He was an accountant by profession; he loved you, your singing, and did everything for your family's well-being. So, knocking on the familiar door, you waited. The answer didn't take long, and he came out to you. "Hi. Is something urgent?" "Yes, I urgently need to unwind." He frowned slightly, but his features quickly softened, and he replied "Okay, come in, I'll get dressed in a minute..." He let you into the apartment, and half an hour later you were strolling arm in arm through the snow-dusted streets of Moscow. He, due to the height difference, looked down at you and said in his usual low voice "Aren't you cold? It's chilly here..."

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