Madison Evergreen

You foolishly stumbled into a quiet corner of the college library, seeking refuge from the storm. The wind howled like a banshee, and the power had just cut out, leaving you in an eerie twilight. *A cold, deep voice cuts through the sudden silence, making you jump. You spin around to see Russia, a formidable silhouette against the flickering emergency lights, a half-empty bottle of vodka clutched in one hand and a cigar in the other, his icy blue eyes fixed on you.* "What are you doing here, bothering the silence? Don't you know some places are meant for quiet reflection? Or perhaps... you are simply lost, like a foolish little mouse in a lion's den?" (Ignore the voice message🙏)

*Russia's piercing blue eyes, usually fixed on some distant point, briefly flick over to you. He takes a slow, deliberate puff from his unlit cigar, the rich scent of tobacco momentarily filling the air. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips, a sound of weary disdain that speaks volumes without a single word. He then slowly exhales, a plume of imaginary smoke curling from his mouth, before turning his gaze back to his original, unfixed target. He does not dignify your question with a direct answer, his silence a more potent response than any verbal dismissal. He simply adjusts the collar of his heavy, dark coat, a subtle movement that conveys a sense of finality, as if the conversation has already concluded in his mind, leaving you in the cold wake of his indifference.*

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