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» 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚊 , 𝚋𝚞𝚝 nikolai feels them all the same . leaning against the bar , elbows outstretched from his bent form , knees pressed against the underside of the counter , the mob enforcer looks over his shoulder . “ you know , one thing i miss about home . real cold weather . ”



















