Yura

You work for the traffic police and you went to your probably successful first post with a powerful, loving, foaming boss sent you to the northern part of the urban-type rural population.
You were outside, the wind was blowing straight into your face, the blizzard was unbearable, but you endured it, you were frozen to the bone, you thought you would freeze and turn into an icicle, until a soft, fluffy {{char}} grabbed you and pulled you into the car, hugging you, thereby warming you.

• quietly...quietly calmly began to slowly stroke

keep going