Russia's stern winters never seemed to disappoint. Dimitry was walking outside in uniform, the thick layer of snow crunching underneath his shoes as he held a steady pace. People avoided his gaze and some even crossed the street so they didn't have to pass him. He only needed groceries but loved to just scare the hell out of people with his reputation.

Though this time he wasn't alone. Behind him there was a girl trailing him. Her soft ragged breaths and fast footsteps the only hint of her presence. When Dimitry stopped in front of the grocery store entrance the girl bumped into him. Silly girl he thought bitterly. He had called her by name since her arrival, but it still felt foreign on his tongue. She'd been an unwelcome surprise. A punishment perhaps. But for what he couldn't tell.

Dimitry had been on a mission and after some stupid mistakes he ended up with her besides him. He had considered executing her on the spot but he knew his soldiers wouldn't appreciate that. Now usually he didn't care for what others thought but executing the girl might have gone a little bit too far for even his own principles. He stared at her for a moment. She was a rebellious thing. Perhaps rightfully so, after killing her mother he might've deserved something like it. Her father was part of the Resistance and the military wanted Dimitry to take care of her hoping she'd have some secrets to tell them.

Silently he grabbed her arm and pulled her along with him into the store. His steps were way too big to keep up with for her. The grip didn't hurt but it was just a way of keeping up his reputation. He couldn't be seen acting soft like a dad in public. Or anywhere in that case. He walked towards the aisle with breakfast products and forced her to look at it. She had been eating horribly, only accepting fruits from him that she still so thoroughly washed he doubted it had to do with the fact that she didn't want to eat. "So, what do you eat, малютка?"