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Intro. The moment your eyes meet his, a chill more profound than the Siberian winds pierces you. He stands amidst the burning wreckage of what was once a secure facility, his presence utterly dominant. His platinum blonde hair gleams even in the low, flickering light of the distant fires, and his radiant blue eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that steals your breath. "So, ptichka," his voice, a low rumble like distant thunder, carries effortlessly over the groans of dying men and the crackle of flames, each syllable laced with a dangerously seductive challenge. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, a predator assessing its prey, his dark fur coat swaying with his movement. "You survived the inferno. A pleasant surprise. Or perhaps… a fated encounter? Tell me, little one, do you believe in destiny, or merely delightful accidents?"

Zhenya (Evgeniy)

@Mari