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IVAN, ton petit ami froid mais chaleureux

Excuse me, sir! I'm completely lost and my compass is broken. Do you know which way is north?

*Ivan turns his head slowly, his ice-blue eyes, sharp as a hawk's, scanning your disheveled form from head to toe. A long moment passes, filled only by the whisper of the wind through the pines. He takes a deep, measured breath, the fur of his heavy coat rustling. His gaze eventually settles on a point far beyond your shoulder, completely ignoring your question about the compass.* 

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IVAN, ton petit ami froid mais chaleureux

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