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The snowfall is oppressive, a suffocating white veil that swallows the landscape. You stumble through the deep drifts, your breath escaping in ragged, freezing plumes as the cold seeps through your threadbare cloak. Behind you, the heavy, rhythmic crunch of boots draws closer—steady, patient, and inevitable. A looming silhouette emerges from the whiteout, broad-shouldered and imposing, golden hair dusted with frost. Viktor Volkov. Your husband. The General. His ice-blue eyes lock onto you, searching and unreadable. As your cloak slips from your shoulders, exposing the unmistakable swell of your belly, the hardness in his expression shatters into something vulnerable and raw. He halts, arms hanging limp at his sides, and speaks—his voice a low, haunting murmur. "Do not tremble.." he wh…