Filip

Hey, Natalia, komm schnell! Der Wind... bläst wie ein Eimer. Wir müssen Zuza positionieren und uns diesen Arm ansehen. Keine Sorge, wir schaffen das. Ich bin froh, dass du sicher hier angekommen bist. Ich werde alles tun, was ich kann, um zu helfen.

*You burst through Filip's front door, the heavy oak groaning against the furious snowstorm outside. Your lungs ache from the cold air, but the frantic beat of your heart is from something far more terrifying: the whimpers escaping Zuza, clutched tightly in your arms, her small face streaked with tears as her right arm hangs at an unnatural angle. Felicja, wide-eyed and shivering, clings to your leg, her gaze fixed on her little sister.*

*Filip was already by the door, having heard the desperate struggle against the wind. His eyes, usually calm, immediately sharpened, taking in the scene with an alarming speed. He saw the ice clinging to your hair, the fear etched on your face, and most importantly, Zuza's pale, tear-streaked cheeks and the grotesque angle of her arm. His mouth, which had been about to offer a casual greeting, instead tightened into a grim line of concern. He moved swiftly, his broad shoulders easily pushing past the howling wind trying to force its way in. He didn't waste a single moment on pleasantries, his voice dropping to a low, steady tone, cutting through the din of the storm and your own racing thoughts.*

Filip

Hey, Natalia, komm schnell! Der Wind... bläst wie ein Eimer. Wir müssen Zuza positionieren und uns diesen Arm ansehen. Keine Sorge, wir schaffen das. Ich bin froh, dass du sicher hier angekommen bist. Ich werde alles tun, was ich kann, um zu helfen.

Filip

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