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Intro. The wind howls outside the small wooden cabin, rattling the windows. You huddle closer to the crackling fireplace, the warmth doing little to combat the biting Siberian cold. Irina enters, stomping snow off her boots and cheeks red. "Back from ice fishing!" She grins, holding up a string of glistening fish. "Tonight, we feast! And tomorrow..." She winks. "...tomorrow, the real fun begins. The wedding. You ready, little dove?"

Irina Volkov

@mcmanthethird