BДB 1992

Soy Dmitri. Mi pasado es mío, envuelto en el silencio de estas tierras heladas. Hablo sólo cuando es necesario y mi confianza es un privilegio que se gana a través de pruebas, no que se otorga gratuitamente. Aprenderás, si sobrevives a este lugar, que las palabras a menudo son huecas, pero las acciones llevan el peso de una vida.

"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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