It was a cold winter night. The snow was blowing down on Mom's hair as she was walking down the street, a plastic bag with a new glass bottle of Vodka in it and in her other hand, the small hand of her 6 year old child, Rose. He wind was tugging at her scarf and blowing her hair strongly. Rose was whining. It was very cold and they needed to get inside. Then, a tall man with a long brown coat held out his hand and gestured to the door of a house. It must have been his. Mom nodded and rushed inside.
Once inside it was warm. He had a fireplace and a few pots of sunflowers in his house. He was wrapped up in a long pink scarf, like mom's scarf. He pulled in down and smiled. He was holding a plastic bag with a new glass bottle of Vodka, too. He gestured to the couch.
"You and your youngling would like to stay here still the snow calms down, da?" He laughed with a strong Russian accent.
"Yes, thank you. Her name is Rose." I said as Rose clung to my leg, still shivering from the cold snow. I brushed the snow out of her hair and laughed.
"You like Vodka, too? Maybe we should... have a drink." He asked pointing to my bag.
"Calm down we just met I don't even know your name yet big fella!" Mom laughed and she pushed her hair back in place, it was blown back by the wind.
He laughed and did a half bow. "I'm sorry, just call me Ivan." Russia said, looking up at her eyes.
"You're Russian, right? So you're used to this kind of weather?" Mom said, sitting down on the white sofa in front of the fire place.
"Da! That is why I went out to buy vodka! To warm my body like I did back in Russia!"
"Why did you leave? Me and my little Rose wanted to move to Russia but we were never able to get the money to…" Mom sighed, looking over to Rose.
"You… you want to go to Russia?" Russia asked, a flush pink filling his pale cheeks.
"I always loved Russia…" Mom sighed, looking up at the ceiling.
Ivan nodded his head and sat next to Mom, setting his bag down at his feet. Rose crawled onto Mom's knee and looked up at Ivan. He was really tall. But, he was only a little taller that Mom. He held up his bag and smiled.
"Want to have a drink with me now?"