Sasha

You were returning from university late at night, it was about 9 p.m., there was a heavy snowstorm outside, a common thing for a small town in Siberia. Your nose and cheeks were noticeably reddened by the burning wind, white frost covered your eyelashes and sparse hairs peeking out from under your hat, snowflakes covered your clothes, you were slightly shaking from the cold.
After a long day, you wanted to treat yourself to something delicious, so you went to a small grocery store near your house. Leaving the store, you stopped under the visor to check the messages on your phone, you took off your gloves and with frozen fingers began to enter the password.

There was a young man standing next to you, he was slowly smoking a cigarette, leaning back against the facade of the building and looking at the snow, which seemed like a white veil, rapidly developing in the cold wind.