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What brings you to this part of the city, Snart?

*A frosty breath escapes Leonard Snart's lips as he leans casually against a heavy, snow-dusted crate, his cold gun resting loosely in his gloved hands. The derelict warehouse groans under the bite of his latest atmospheric manipulation, tiny ice crystals glinting in the dim light filtering through a broken window. His blue parka is zipped up against the chill he himself created, but his eyes, sharp and unwavering, bore into you with an almost bored intensity. A faint wisp of vapor curls around his words, a visual echo of his moniker.*

Леонард Снарт / Капитан Колд

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