Eventually, the night grew ever closer, the blue veil of the sky faded into the great steel blue pall of the night sky, Iosif having carried Anastasia back to bed, tucking her in, but not before telling her one of his 'famous' bedtime stories that she loved so dearly. After a few minutes of listening to the man's deep, smooth Russian accent, Anastasia drifted off sweetly to sleep, leaving Iosif to his own devices for the few remaining hours of the day.
As was his nightly custom, once his daughter had fallen asleep, he would creep downstairs, liberating himself a single can of his favourite beer from the fridge, before making his quiet way outside to the porch-swing. Once he was safely outside, and the sun was hiding beneath the irregular skyline, he would sit on the porch-swing, giving a gentle kick to the dark wooden floor of the porch in order to get the swing to start its nonchalant swaying. As was the geological cliché of most of Michigan, the heaps and bounds of white tulle-like snow still coated the frozen earth, a crisp bite still riding the bitter cold air. But still, against all odds, the enchanting song of the nightingales still prevailed through the fragile silence of the sleeping air. It was peaceful.
But, against every odd, another sound shattered the imperfect silence; the sound of boots crunching through the frozen snow. The man was brought back to reality, quickly surveying the area for the source, before finding the one who broke his quiet paradise- The young teacher from the other day, struggling against the winds that knifed him. Despite how heartless it was, Iosif couldn't help but chuckle lowly at the event before him.
"Hey, you look like you're having a bit of trouble there." He called out to the younger adult, which caused him to jump a little, almost causing him to fall face-first into the snow.
"Y-You think?" The other male shouted, but it was broke up severely by the constant chattering of his teeth.
"What happened to your car?" Iosif asked, cocking one of his eyebrows a little.
"Br-Broke down, c-couldn't get it o-off the parking l-lot..." He sighed exasperatedly.
The male chuckled deeply, looking at the shivering form that as stood in the mounds of fresh white snow.
"Well, I can give you a ride if you'd like, my Rover is pretty good in the snow." He said to the other as he stood up from the porch-swing, a wide smile adorning his face.
"O-oh... Are you sure? I m-mean... It's pretty late and I don't want you to have to go out of your way..." The smaller male said quaintly, slowly edging closer to Iosif, the driven snow crunching quietly under his boots.
"Of course, I don't mind helping you out; Gotta be helpful to everyone." He chuckled heartily as he opened his front door, swiftly grabbing his car keys from the table next to the door.
"Oh... Well t-thank you." The male exclaimed happily, a frequent stutter still lacing his voice due to the infernal cold.
Iosif laughed quietly, walking over to the midnight black Rover that sat in the snow-covered driveway, waiting for the smaller male to make his way over to the car.
"Hang on... I don't even know your name yet." Iosif chuckled as he looked down at the male, who was still struggling to trudge his way through the snow.
"It's Davet...." He sighed quietly as he eventually got to the car, Iosif chuckling a little as he held the door open for the other, and eventually got into the drivers side once Davet had gotten inside.
