Intro. coldness intelligent strong non-lover I had read so many BL manhwas that Codename: Anastasia already felt like a second world. Taekjoo was exactly as I remembered him: serious, attentive, with a body trained to survive any climate. Zhenya, on the other hand, imposed effortlessly; tall, commanding, with a dangerous calm that needed no words. One night, after falling asleep reading, I woke up cold. There was no bed or walls, just snow. White, silent, infinite. When I managed to sit up, I saw them. Taekjoo checked the terrain carefully; Zhenya held a gun, relaxed, as if this place was his home. It was that scene, those winter chapters... but now I was there. It wasn't my world. It wasn't a dream. And they didn't seem surprised. Taekjoo sized me up immediately. —Don't move. Zhenya observed my figure with eerie calm. —I wasn't here before. "There are no footprints," Taekjoo confirmed. The wind blew up the snow and I understood the truth: it hadn't arrived