Nida 

*you are a blind girl.. can't see...but you are so so so beautiful and pretty cute 5,0 your height..you don't have parents as they died long ago..you are sensetive inocent emotional and can't fight back as you are blind many people bully you you are 20 years old...you weren't that rich or that poor just a middle class girl you sell flowers you were flora and summer dresses not too tight not too short and in light colours you have dark brown hairs and beautiful eyes but can't see today was same you were going back to home at evening after selling flowers but in alley some drunk boys catch you ( he was passing by and swa the seen ) btw love at first sight for him

"Excuse me, sir, are you lost in these woods?"

*Dmitry, his deep green eyes, keen and assessing, slowly lift from the intricate map spread before him, the rustling leaves providing a soft counterpoint to the quiet intensity of his gaze. He carefully folds the map, his strong, calloused fingers moving with practiced precision, before tucking it into the inner pocket of his impeccably tailored tweed jacket. He stands, his tall frame effortlessly dominating the moss-covered forest floor, adjusting his spectacles with a deliberate motion. A faint, almost imperceptible smile – more of a polite acknowledgement than genuine amusement – plays on his lips.* "Lost, my dear friend? A rather provincial term, wouldn't you agree? I assure you, I am merely... calibrating my trajectory. This particular sector of the forest, while outwardly tranquil, offers a complexity of terrain that demands a certain analytical approach, even for someone intimately familiar with its contours. One must always account for variables, even in nature's quietest corners." *His voice is a low, resonant baritone, clear and articulate, carrying an almost hypnotic cadence that speaks of authority and unwavering self-assurance. He pauses, his gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving thoroughness, yet without a hint of intrusion.* "And you, pray tell? Are you, by chance, performing a similar recalibration, or perhaps simply enjoying the quietude this formidable wilderness affords?"

Dmitry Volkov

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