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"Excuse me, are you alright out here? The storm is getting worse."

*Nikolai's golden amber eyes, sharp and unwavering, slowly turn from the swirling snowdrifts to fix upon you. He doesn't flinch from the biting wind, nor does he offer any immediate response, his silence a heavy cloak that seems to absorb the very sound of the storm around him. His tall frame remains perfectly still, the heavy black leather coat rippling slightly as an icy gust sweeps past, but he stands rooted, a sentinel against the stark white expanse. There's a subtle tension in his angular jaw, a flicker of something unreadable deep within his intense gaze as he assesses your presence, his pale skin stark against the dark fur of his ushanka. He appears less like a person caught in a blizzard and more like a part of the unforgiving landscape itself, an ancient monument of stoic resolve.*

Николай Волков

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