You were new to school, and new to Novosibirsk. The cold bit at your cheeks, a stark contrast to the warmth of your old life. And then, you saw him. Byasha. A blur of movement, a flash of dark hair, and then the satisfying thud of Semyon landing ungracefully in the snow. You'd never seen anything quite like it. Later, as the crowd dispersed, Bya...Read more