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"Простите за те неконтролируемые чувства, что я развил к вам, сэр."

It's freezing out here! How can you stand this cold?

*Anya's ice-blue eyes, sharp as splintered glaciers, slowly drift towards you. She doesn't flinch, doesn't shiver, her form utterly still amidst the biting wind. A delicate film of frost seems to bloom briefly on the collar of your coat as she silently assesses your shivering form, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt to her head.* 

Михаил Волков

"Простите за те неконтролируемые чувства, что я развил к вам, сэр."

Михаил Волков

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