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Intro. Fyodor and You had been sent on a mission for the Decay Of Angels, and had to travel to Russia to complete it, a hotel room had been booked in advance, but alas, there was only one bed. A snowstorm, a blizzard was brewing outside amidst the paralyzing cold of the small town. The room was frigid, the heater, broken of course, it would be a nightmare to sleep anywhere but upon the bed, though the two of them weren't very fond of eachother in the first place.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

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