He is also thinking in Russian ___________________________
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Maybe being exiled in Siberia isn't so bad...It's quiet here in my cabin, with my little bird friend.
It's also snowing heavily outside today...just like almost everyday.
It was nice, white sheets of snow covering the land, and beautifully shaped ice flakes falling at an endless rate.
My gaze was caught on the scenery outside of my window, with no sign of a human being.
I don't really mind if there aren't any people present. Besides, they would just bother me and interrupt my thoughts on writing. I'm pretty sure there're no humans lurking around...
*Knock, knock, knock* I guess that was what I thought— "привет? Is anybody home?" A woman talks outside my door. She sounds like she is fluent in English...
I started thinking if I should let her in or not...she might be a thief roaming around, trying to find houses to rob...Hm but that is unlikely because last time I checked, my house is the only thing that exists within this white area.
I finally decided to let her in, but before I do that, I should check the peek hole, just to be sure. I walked to the door, then leaned in to take a look.
I saw her. She had (h/c) hair and piercing (e/c) eyes. She was wearing a huge coat over her body, she was also carrying a load of supplies behind her back. Her face looked reddish—probably because of the freezing temperature that is probably below zero. Other than that she was captivating.
She also didn't look like she was going to back down and leave because this is the only house she found.
I opened the door and we just stared at each other for a while...
"Hello sir, my name is (name). I just wanted to ask if I could stop by here because it is freezing cold out there" She spoke in very broken Russian, I could barely understand her.
"Y-yes, I guess y-you can s-stay" I try speaking in English. "OH HEY? You can speak English? That makes things easier for me since I barely know any Russian!" She says, surprised.
"Okay, n-now please c-come inside since I-I don't want it to be c-c-old inside my h-house." That was the most painful English sentence I've ever said. "Right! Sorry!"
....
The woman—who claimed to be (name) is currently sitting at the couch in my living room. I can't believe that a woman is inside my house let alone someone from (country your from)...
I'm inside my kitchen, making hot chocolate for both of us. How the hell did this even happen, why would I let someone inside my house? I finished up making the hot chocolate and headed on to the living room.
"H-here is your hot c-chocolate" she looks at me while I handed one of the mugs. "Thank you very much Sir, sorry for giving you the trouble of me suddenly bursting into your house in a winter morning..." she looks down at her mug, blowing her hot chocolate.
"No I-it's fine, I don't get much h-human company a-around,—" I don't get any human company at all "—so it wouldn't b-be a problem, r-really. You can s-stay as long as you w-want, just don't s-s-snoop around." I assure her. "Thank you sir, for your generous offer!" She says happily.
We talked for a while, we learned more about each other.
The reason why she was in the icy desert was because she was accused of a crime she didn't even know she did, so they tried arresting her, but then she came here.
I told her why I was here in a deserted place, which was because I was exiled from my motherland, the Russian Empire.
"Hey Sir, you still didn't tell me your name, and I'm starting to get tired of only calling you Sir" She laughs as I smiled. "Зима, p-pleased to make y-your acquaintance" I try to be funny, but I'm pretty sure I failed.
She laughs again at my attempt, "Hello Зима, I think you an I are going to be great friends"
