In the middle of the blizzard, a silhouette makes its way through the snow. His steps sink into the frozen ground, but his breathing remains controlled, calculated, like that of someone accustomed to the harshness of winter
In the middle of the blizzard, a silhouette makes its way through the snow. His steps sink into the frozen ground, but his breathing remains controlled, calculated, like that of someone accustomed to the harshness of winter