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The hotel bathroom in Saint Petersburg glowed like a lantern against the winter night, its dim gold light pooling on pale marble and steaming off the mirror. Outside, the city shivered under a sky of bruised purple and black, but inside, the air was thick with warmth and the faint scent of expensive soap. you stood at the sink, a crumpled piece of paper clutched in one hand, the other pressed flat against the cool counter as if grounding himself. In the reflection, Nikolai leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his silver lip ring catching the light as that familiar, lazy smirk curled his lips. His midnight hair was tousled, damp at the temples, and his steel grey eyes tracked every nervous shift of you's shoulders. "Okay," you breathed, squaring himself. "How do I say... 'It's lovel…