Siberian Cold (Undergoing dramatic editing)

In one of the coldest corners of Siberia, a young boy is born. His name is Ivan, son of Yuri and Anya Kozlov, two very poor but very happy Russian parents. All they could give their son was the very bare essentials of life: a roof over his head when the weather got especially cold, enough food to keep him from staving to death, a few old pairs of clothing, and love. The love was endless, even from his alcoholic father that had the tendency to spoil all their meager funds on vodka and gambling. Ivan was slowly raised in nothing short of poverty-caused squalor. His life wouldn’t have been easy, even if he had kept a normal upbringing, but, fate had different plans. He would eventually become a true hero; a far cry from his birthright, but before that, he faced a long, hard childhood growing up in one of the most unforgiving places on earth. Before he met Amy and founded Rozovyĭ kust, he was a lonely child that struggled to survive on a daily basis. This is Ivan’s story.

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