sofia x katya & goncharov x andrey. this is short because i never finished it. it was supposed to be the dance scene where y'know. goncharov & andrey are dancing in sync despite them being seperate. katya & sofia are in sync despite them being seperate as well.

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He took a long drag of the cigarette, smoke billowing in the air. His breath formed clouds in the cold atmosphere of wintertime. Ever since the Russian mafia had came to Naples, winter persisted. It was like they had taken their snowy weather with them.

Goncharov liked the cold. It reminded him of home. It reminded him of himself. His cold demeanor, his cold sunken bones, his cold gaze, his very way of living. He was cold. But even as he adored the cold, he needed warmth every now and then. Warmth was something new and exotic, he couldn't get enough of it, even if it was foreign to him.

The cigarette dangled on his thin lips. The cigarette was warm, inviting, full of fire and intrigue. Of course, this wasn't about the actual cigarette itself. It was about who it reminded him of.

Goncharov could feel the warmth of the man, his warm hands grasping his. His one uncovered eye glittered radiantly like a flame. He could feel him close, his breath on his skin as he huddled close to Goncharov, taking a breath of the cigarette that he plucked from Goncharov's lips.

But Andrey wasn't here right now.

Goncharov huffed and put out the cigarette. Next to him was someone as cold as he was. A lady dressed in white, her scarlet lips firm as she gazed into the distance. Her gloved hands clasped together patiently. Katya awaited the one she truly loved, just as Goncharov did, even if it cost his patience. He checked his pocketwatch. Seconds ticked by. He wound the golden chain of the watch around his thumb. He waited. 

Katya and Goncharov didn't hate each other. They loved each other, but the only reason they remained married was because they simply had to. Goncharov knew that Katya and Sofia were made for each other. Katya knew that Goncharov and Andrey loved each other hopelessly. 

They didn't wait for long, but if felt that way when they stood in silence. Andrey and Sofia had arrived. The clicking of Sofia's heels on the cobblestone broke the silence, and Goncharov saw Katya loosen her posture when she saw her. His gaze rested upon Andrey. Hands in pockets, expression solemn yet welcoming at the same time. Goncharov felt warmth inside his chest for the first time in a while.