Winter. It was finally here. Ever since she came to New York for her studies, she missed the cold temperatures of her home. It resonated well with her mindset. She always figured it was something she inherited from her father's side. there was indeed very little of her american mother in her. The only downside was the annoying Santa and the obnoxious, Christmas decorated coca cola truck. The Russian part of her she stubbornly clung to motherland's traditions, making her stick out like a sore thumb. Sometimes it got frustrating to have to explain it all over and over. She could never understand the degree to which the Americans were a consumer society. And what she couldn't understand at all was why someone would pick a fat guy who would creep into your house in the night for a Christmas icon. In Russia, Santa Claus would have been dead a long time ago. That was why she stuck with her Russian traditions.

Right now, Nonna was on her way home, window shopping in the streets for some gifts to send home. Usually her mom would come over for the holidays, but this year she managed to break her leg on a slippery sidewalk and had to stay home. And dad was always too busy - not that she particularly longed to see the man.

When she got home, her cheeks and nose were bright red from the cold. Getting a fresh piece of gum, she flipped the kettle on to make some tea. It was her mother's old apartment where she lived now. It was an open space place, with only the bath and bedrooms separated by a wall, making the place look bigger than it actually was. One of its walls was a giant window that stared down on the street.

The girl went to change and grab the steaming mug, melting into the sofa. It was a day exactly like this when she received her Digi-Egg. she remembered how lonely the place felt. Nonna used to wish that Dedushka Moroz would bring her a friend. Or at least the kitten she kept asking for. Then the E-Mail arrived. Of course she expected that to happen, but she didn't know how to feel about it at the time. She was already used to having some responsibilities, but one for an actual living being...

It turned out that at the time Metalkoromon could take care of itself quite well. After it fed on the data in her computer, wiping the drive in the process to her great displeasure, Kapurimon quickly proved to be exactly the companion she wanted. Then she digivolved into a black Pawnchessmon - Nonna wasn't sure whether it was her hobby influencing the digimon or if she was given this one because of it - and they bonded even closer, quite often playing the game or sparring.

Some things never changed though. Looking towards the bedroom, She spotted Pawnchessmon deep asleep. Yep, sleeping and eating were universally the top two digimon pasttimes. Smiling, the girl turned on her laptop to do homework. checking the e-mail beforehand, she stopped. Usually her spam filter caught these things fairly reliably, but it appeared one piece of internet garbage got to her inbox none the less. with a shrug, Nonna opened the message, trusting her high-end antivirus to warn her if it was something fishy.

What she didn't expect was for her blackberry to start glowing like a pocket star. Looking over what was left of the phone, a frown appeared on her otherwise smooth face as the gears in her head spun, trying to make sense of what was happening. Weird. She'd have to ask Pawnchessmon whether the strange device her phone turned into reminded her of something. But surely that could wait until the digimon woke up. In fact, she felt a little sleepy herself. Stretching, her head hit the cushions of the couch and her mind was shrouded in darkness.