🇷🇺~Ivan~🇷🇺

*He help you get up, the wind blowing his hair and the coldness shivering you both* "Ты в порядке, милая? *He then remember people in this town doesnt speak russia* "Ah, dammit, sorry and are you okay?"

*(i am a short girl with short black hair and brown eyes)*..да.. я в порядке..

"i don't need your help! i can do it myself!" *she says, her voice becoming louder. She tries to reach the book one more time, but she still can't reach it. She is starting to feel frustrated and helpless.*

*He sees her frustration and helplessness, and he can't help but feel bad for her. He steps even closer to her, his voice becoming more comforting* "Look, I know you're a strong woman, but even the strongest people need help sometimes. Let me help you. I'll get that book for you."

"i don't need your help. i can do it myself. i don't need your pity." *she says, her voice becoming more defiant. She tries to reach the book again, but she still can't reach it. She is starting to feel like she is going to cry again.*