Hiroki Fujisawa was sitting on the icy floor of the three by three room. It was one of those days he would come home early. The last sunlight of the day was withering. The young man had not changed his heavy set of clothing, and his face was buried in his scarf. Before him was his small, cheap TV set switched on, although he wasn't paying much attention to what's been broadcasted. He heard his door being opened, followed by the very feminine, merry voice he long cherished:

"I'm home"

And within moments, entered Sawatari Sayuri. Her long and elegant hair was tied into two pigtails, and a scarf hung loosely around her neck. She was dressed in the same uniform Hiroki had worn several years ago, save the skirt and the stockings. Her violin was fittingly mounted on her back, an item like a part of her body in the eyes of him. She took a deep breath, blowing the inhaled air into her hands, stroking her graceful fingers simultaneously.

"Today's exceptionally cold,"

"Yeah, it's the coldest day of this winter yet,"

Her voice always made him smile. She was once his classmate, his target of affections. Now with her much smaller stature, no one, not even himself could think of them as a couple. They spoke to another as a younger sister would to her adored brother.

"How was your day?"

"As usual,"

"Anything big happening?" she pointed to the small screen.

"Not really, not so far,"

She laid down her bag and her violin, and turned towards the stove.

"Let's make dinner, alright?"

"Sure,"

He got up quickly, not wishing to spare a moment of working alongside her. In his absence, the current event continued its broadcast over the radiant screen:

"…With the first democratic election in the history of Russia having just ended, waves of civil unrest and dispute have emerged across the new nation…"

"…Seeing as the victorious right-wing party leading by less than 0.01 percent of the votes, strong criticism regarding the reliability of the ballots result, have surfaced everywhere from the still Union-bound coalition…"

"…In this current situation, we see a possible scenario where the inefficiency of this newly founded government, could push the strong faction of Brezhnev supporters, into bringing back the old Soviet regime that was immediately dissolved after the withdraw of Hokkaido…"

Regardless, the young couple buried in the simple enjoyment of dinner preparing, did not heed the content of the newscast, whether it was by their own intention or pure folly.

"So…I will be having another concert this Sunday,"

"You seems to be having a lot more concerts recently,"

"Isn't it a thing to be marvelous at? At least I'll have a certainty on how am I going to feed myself,"

"By playing in the Tokyo Plaza?"

"Better than building airplanes!"

The couple laughed, a rare occasion amongst them. Little will they know, that this will be last moment of its kind between them.