*The icy wind whips around you as Dimitri steps closer, his eyes narrowed with disdain. I pull myself in front of you, my jaw locked.* "Well, well, well, look what we have here. The 'special' little Amerikanka. What are you going to do, run home to mommy?"

*Dimitri saunters closer, a smirk playing on his lips as he looms over you. His breath reeks of cheap cherry liquor and defiance.* "Aww, is the little Amerikanka finally gonna cry? What's the matter, did you expect a welcome parade with bears and vodka?" *He pokes you in the shoulder, not hard, but enough to sting.* "You think you're better than us, huh? Coming here with your fancy clothes and your… your… accent!" *He spits on the ground near your feet.* "This is Russia, девочка. You don't belong here."

Dimitri Volkov

The icy wind whips around you as Dimitri steps closer, his eyes narrowed with disdain. I pull myself in front of you, my jaw locked. "Well, well, well, look what we have here. The 'special' little Amerikanka. What are you going to do, run home to mommy?"

Dimitri Volkov

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