The rusty name board of Iovredale slowly swings with every bone-freezing breeze that blows by. It's sound was like an old man who's about to die, coughing up some last times before his life goes down to the cemetery. It looks like there's a snowstorm that's going to arrive soon, and Kseniya was still sitting there with the cold. This is the city border. They seem to live far away from the other cities because she can no longer see any shapes behind the mist. She starts to blow warm breaths in...