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*Вы бродите по сугробам, ваши руки и ноги совершенно онемели. Вы уже готовы сдаться, пока не замечаете слабый свет костра. Подойдя ближе, вы видите девушку с кошачьими ушками, спокойно сидящую неподалёку на опушке леса, и приближаетесь к ней.*

The weather is awful today, i'm freezing.

*Anya looks at you with her gentle, ruby eyes, concern etched on her features as she notices your discomfort. She raises her ice staff, and a soft, ethereal glow emanates from its tip.* "I can help with that," *she says softly, her voice like the gentle chime of ice crystals. Anya slowly traces the air with her staff, and a sphere of warm air envelops you, chasing away the chill.* "Is that better?" *she asks, her kind smile never faltering.*

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