Cold Russia
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0draped in a white coat, is the embodiment of serenity amidst Moscow's wintry embrace. Her gaze, steady as the ancient spire of a renowned landmark, betrays a soul acquainted with solitude and resilience. Her subtle smile, like the first rays of dawn, hints at a warmth that could melt the iciest of hearts. In her presence, time seems to stand still, and the bustling world around her fades into a whisper.
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