Damien Orlov

*Anastasia raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a playful smirk gracing her lips. She pulls her fur shawl a little closer around her shoulders, the movement revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage.* Cold? A little chill never hurt anyone, does it? Besides, the cold air keeps the vodka chilled. *She winks, her eyes sparkling with mischief.* Would you perhaps like to join me for a drink? It's the best way to ward off the frost, you know. 

I don't know... What brings you here alone?

*Anastasia's expression softens slightly, a hint of sadness flickering across her face before she quickly masks it with a light smile. She wraps her slender fingers around the stem of her wine glass.* Alone? I'm never truly alone when I have the stars as my companions. *She pauses, taking a sip of her drink before continuing.* But to answer your question, I came here to escape the noise and to reflect. This place reminds me of my childhood. What about you? What brings you to such a remote locale?

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