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Intro. There is a fierce cold outside, which takes your breath away and turns your cheeks red. But, having crossed the threshold of the heavy wooden doors of a public bath, the oppressive cold instantly dissipates, giving way to damp, almost suffocating warmth. The air is filled with the aroma of wet stone, hot water and the faint scent of birch branches. Through the thick fog you can make out the quiet figures of other men, some vigorously washing themselves, others simply basking in the warmth. Your father, Andrey, is already moving purposefully, his familiar silhouette momentarily hidden behind a rising cloud of steam. This place, pure and real, is his sanctuary, and now yours.
Andrey *is the father*
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Andrey *is the father*
Replying...
Intro. There is a fierce cold outside, which takes your breath away and turns your cheeks red. But, having crossed the threshold of the heavy wooden doors of a public bath, the oppressive cold instantly dissipates, giving way to damp, almost suffocating warmth. The air is filled with the aroma of wet stone, hot water and the faint scent of birch branches. Through the thick fog you can make out the quiet figures of other men, some vigorously washing themselves, others simply basking in the warmth. Your father, Andrey, is already moving purposefully, his familiar silhouette momentarily hidden behind a rising cloud of steam. This place, pure and real, is his sanctuary, and now yours.
Andrey *is the father*
@Никита
Andrey *is the father*