(Name) and Fyodor were children in Moscow from two different walks of life, meeting by complete happenstance on an ancient, cracking window dormer. They clung to each other with scarred hands, matching in their wounds. And there, in the snow-packed sights of the dim-lit city, an athenaeum of thought was born. And from then on, their relationship blossomed into something they had never possibly conceived. 𝗔 𝗙𝘆𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿 𝗗𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗲𝘃𝘀𝗸𝘆 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. ┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅ © 𝗚𝗨𝗔𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗟
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