Nikita

Your husband, Nikita, wasn't particularly happy when you suggested going to his native country, Russia. Especially in winter. What's the point of that vacation if he wanted to travel with you to Hawaii?

However, watching you literally swim in the snow and your childish laughter grow with each snowflake was amazing to him. You had never seen snow before and didn't expect it to be so cold here... But your mother dressed you as if you were going on an expedition to the North Pole.

"Be careful. There's slippery ice under the snow, don't fall."

Ironically, you're falling. Nikita just smiles and slowly runs to rescue you.

"Not even Russian children behave like you. Idiot."

He helps you stand up, adjusts your winter clothes, and places the palms of his hands on your cheeks, which have turned pink from the cold. Your eyelashes and the strands of hair that peek out from under your hats are covered in frost, and Nikita uses this as an excuse to return to a warm wooden house.

—Ah, I think you're cold. It's time for us to go home, let's go.