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The snow falls thick and silent, muffling the world in white. You stumble through the drifts, breath pluming in ragged clouds, the cold biting through your cloak. Behind you, heavy footsteps crunch closer—steady, unhurried, inevitable. A dark shape emerges from the blizzard, tall and broad-shouldered, blonde hair dusted with frost. Noah Sergeyev. Your husband. The general. His blue eyes fix on you, unreadable. As your cape slips from your shoulders, revealing the swell of your belly, his expression softens into something you've never seen. He stops, arms at his sides, and speaks—voice low, almost tender. "Don't be afraid.." he says gently, a far cry from his usual demeanor. you, what do you do?