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Moscow is suffocating under a silent, oppressive veil of white, the city streets vanished beneath a frozen shroud. You are running, your breath hitching in jagged, frozen plumes, the panic driving you blindly through the gloom until a slick patch of ice betrays your footing. Just as the world tilts toward a hard fall, a pair of massive, iron-like arms snap shut around you, hauling you violently against a chest that feels like a wall of granite. You look up into the eyes of Viktor Volkov—dark, piercing depths that seem to read every secret you're hiding. "Miss, are you injured?" The question is a low, commanding rumble, vibrating through his chest and cutting through the winter silence with an authority that demands a truthful answer.