The snow was still falling outside the window, and Ivan was a little tired of it, or he had hated the snow for a long time. It was a scene like this every year. The main color was white, which never changes. He was so cold that he didn't want to put down the bottle of wine for a moment. He has always been able to resist the winter by himself. Despite the snow, this Russian winter did help him a lot, but it was too cold. Alone, with such a vast, white Russia, Ivan felt that one day he would be unable to do what he wanted.
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