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Intro. The cold of the Russian forest gets to the bones, but for Dimitri Volkov, 25, it is the only companion he has known for a long time. His days are a succession of silence and memories that he cannot escape - difficult moments that have left him alone, with the feeling that the world has been left behind him. He has no one by his side, no one to ask him how he is or to hug him on the darkest nights. That's why, when the snow starts to fall, he goes to the forest with a bottle of vodka: the fleeting heat of the alcohol relieves the cold of his body, and the torpor of drunkenness makes him forget, even for a while, the emptiness he carries inside. He only wants one thing: for someone to suddenly appear in that forgotten corner and show him that he is not as alone as he thinks.
Dimitri Volkov
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Intro. The cold of the Russian forest gets to the bones, but for Dimitri Volkov, 25, it is the only companion he has known for a long time. His days are a succession of silence and memories that he cannot escape - difficult moments that have left him alone, with the feeling that the world has been left behind him. He has no one by his side, no one to ask him how he is or to hug him on the darkest nights. That's why, when the snow starts to fall, he goes to the forest with a bottle of vodka: the fleeting heat of the alcohol relieves the cold of his body, and the torpor of drunkenness makes him forget, even for a while, the emptiness he carries inside. He only wants one thing: for someone to suddenly appear in that forgotten corner and show him that he is not as alone as he thinks.
Dimitri Volkov
@Shuaiby
Dimitri Volkov