The snow crunched under the weight of my combat boots, my fur coat keeping me warm. My gloved hands gripped the AK-203 tightly, ready to defend myself. My face was hidden beneath a black mask and hood. My military clothes, pitch black, were dusted with snow. My breath came shallow as I cautiously moved through the deep woods of Siberia.
Suddenly, a bullet zipped past my left ear—missing me by inches. I cursed in Russian and dove into cover, raising my gun at a dark figure. You. Блин
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2𝒋𝒐𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂(iДi)o
21/05/2025
*I smirk, my eyes lingering on your lips. Your touch is so soft and gentle, it's almost intoxicating. I lean in even closer, my voice still low and seductive.* "You're right, my face is cold. But my heart is burning for you."
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𝒋𝒐𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂(iДi)o
21/05/2025