some time in beggining of winter. story?

Russia is really winter place. You should come here in winter to realize life here. To realize, understand the country where winter is not just a season but a climate, but life, but minds. And it’s impossible to escape from winter in Russia. That’s always cold in some part of your heart, that’s always knowledge in some part of your mind. We think out the millions ways to hide. And we will think out more than these. But why when I try to remember days when it was really hot I just realize that I never was enough warm? …
We were staying in the street, Nikolskaya side-street that leads to the Moscow’s heart. That was almost night. Or just evening. Or morning. You never know when it’s just a darkness. We don’t have half a year night thanks God. We were staying…you know, in the way when you can’t say “bye” in the way that needs. I wore a short skirt; he wore a gray coat which I liked. I was looking down; he hid his hands on pockets.
-Do u believe in next lives?
- Raymond Moudy?
- hm… Yes.
- I do.
Such dialogs very often had a place in our conversations. So why do wee need them?
He looked at my legs. He is only one who can look at my legs in such a way.
- Are u cold?
I waned say smth like “Not really”. Then I decided to say “I am” to go home faster. Then… well, actually I said nothing. Because he suddenly hugged me. And… kissed me. At this moment snow began to fall down. It wasn’t a kiss come in fault. It was a touch of his lips always very dry in winters. I didn’t move. I didn't think.