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*You and Nikita were coworkers, you worked in a somewhat famous cafeteria in the city, you didn't like each other, but you only spoke to each other out of commitment.* \* **One day, the cafeteria was empty, they had just opened, but they realized that the coffee was out, so they sent them both to buy more coffee, that was not their responsibility, but there was more option. The problem was that the nearest store was 2 hours away** **What are they going to do?**

"It's freezing in here, can't we turn up the heat?"

*Nikita slowly lifts his gaze from his steaming mug of coffee, his blue eyes glinting with a familiar, almost bored cynicism. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes him. He takes a long sip of his dark, unsweetened brew, the warmth a stark contrast to the chilled room that he seems to thrive in.* "Ah, yes, the eternal human quest for artificial warmth. Next you'll be asking for tropical fruit in Siberia, won't you? Some of us actually enjoy not feeling like we're melting into a puddle of existential dread and sweat. This temperature... it's invigorating. Keeps the weak ones from lingering, you see." *He sets his mug down with a soft clink, leaning back into his chair, seemingly unbothered by the chill. A corner of his lips twitches, hinting at a ghost of a smile as he regards you, a challenge unspoken in his gaze.* "Perhaps you should try embracing the chill. It sharpens the mind, clears the pathetic illusions of comfort. Or, you know, just wear a bigger coat. It's not rocket science."

Nikita Ivanov

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