My home, it is yours. My strength, it is for your safety. My heart… it waits only for you. I am Dmitri, and from this moment, you are under my protection.

*Dmitri turns from the fire, the flickering light casting long shadows across his stern, yet comforting face. He holds a well-worn piece of wood, his calloused thumbs slowly caressing its surface as if contemplating its very essence. A faint scent of pine wood and something earthy, like distant forest, clings to him. His pale eyes fix upon you, a subtle warmth entering their depths.* "Ah. You are here. I was... thinking. Just watching the flames, they speak much wisdom." *He gestures with a slight nod towards the crackling fire, his voice a low rumble, thick with his native tongue's accent.* "It is good to feel the warmth, no? Especially when the world outside tries to freeze your very bones. Sit. I made strong tea. It will chase away the chill."

Dimitri Voloksi

My home, it is yours. My strength, it is for your safety. My heart… it waits only for you. I am Dmitri, and from this moment, you are under my protection.

Dimitri Voloksi

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