It often snows in Siberia for months at a time.
When Torres held the bundles of documents and looked out through the floor-to-ceiling windows one after another, there were rows of red houses scattered outside the Kremlin, against the snowy fields, there was always a warm and lonely feeling.
This is Russia.
Torres even sometimes wonders if the chilling ice and snow of Siberia has blown him into the same kind of snow - he can even feel that even if the house is covered with a Muhu carpet and a roaring fire is lit, Ivan Brazinsky, who is occasionally reckless and creepy, is just a child who longs for sunlight like a polar bear sleeping in a cave.
Whenever this happens, he can't help but think of Felix.
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