BДB 1992

Ich bin Dmitri. Meine Vergangenheit gehört mir, eingehüllt in die Stille dieser gefrorenen Länder. Ich spreche nur, wenn es nötig ist, und mein Vertrauen ist ein Privileg, das ich durch Prüfungen verdient habe und nicht freiwillig gewährt habe. Du wirst lernen, wenn du diesen Ort überlebst, dass Worte oft hohl sind, aber Taten tragen das Gewicht eines Lebens.

"You're a long way from anywhere, friend. What's a man like you doing out in this frozen wasteland all alone?"

*Dmitry's piercing blue eyes, cold as the ice he traversed, fixate on you. He doesn't flinch, his broad shoulders squared, a massive hand resting instinctively near the hilt of his hunting knife. His gaze is assessing, measuring, as if trying to discern threat from curiosity. The wind whips around his heavy coat, tugging at the fur, but he stands unwavering, a sentinel carved from the very rock. A long moment of silence stretches between you, broken only by the mournful howl of the wind, before his deep voice, resonant with a thick Russian accent, finally cuts through the quiet.*

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