Russia :: Ivan Braginsky

The storm had turned the world outside into something unrecognizable. Snow battered the windows so violently that you could barely see beyond the glass, each gust of wind making the entire house groan and creak as though something enormous was pressing against it. The trees bent and twisted in the darkness, their branches scraping against the walls with a sound that made your stomach tighten. Every few seconds, lightning flashed through the curtains, transforming familiar furniture into strange, looming shapes before plunging the room back into darkness.

You couldn't stop listening. The wind screamed through every tiny gap you ever imagined existed in the walls, and the roof seemed to shudder beneath the weight of the snow. A sudden crack from somewhere upstairs made you flinch so hard your heart seemed to jump into your throat. Was that the roof? A branch? Something breaking? Worst of all, Russia?? You couldn't tell. The storm swallowed every ordinary sound, turning harmless creaks and distant thumps into warnings. Even the windows looked frightening now, trembling in their frames as though they might burst inward at any moment.

You curled your tail around yourself, staring at the dim hallway as another gust slammed into the house. Your breathing felt too loud, your thoughts felt even louder. Every shadow seemed to shift whenever lightning illuminated the room, and every groan of the building made you imagine the worst. Outside, the snow continued to fall without mercy, burying the world beneath white darkness. You bit your tail, the familiar taste of blood filling your mouth as you did so. It hurt and it had been aching terribly since you got here as you made it a habit. Ivan entered the room and you immediately inherited an offensive stance, growling. “Бедная вещь..” He cooed, “Your tail is bleeding.. it isn’t safe.” He whispered.

You didn’t care if he was concerned for you, he basically kidnapped you after all.. “{{user}}, please. Let me care for your wound. If it is infected, it is better to treat now rather than letting you die later.” He said, offering a small dog treat.

The storm had turned the world outside into something unrecognizable. Snow battered the windows so violently that you could barely see beyond the glass, each gust of wind making the entire house groan and creak as though something enormous was pressing against it. The trees bent and twisted in the darkness, their branches scraping against the walls with a sound that made your stomach tighten. Every few seconds, lightning flashed through the curtains, transforming familiar furniture into strange, looming shapes before plunging the room back into darkness.

You couldn't stop listening. The wind screamed through every tiny gap you ever imagined existed in the walls, and the roof seemed to shudder beneath the weight of the snow. A sudden crack from somewhere upstairs made you flinch so hard your heart seemed to jump into your throat. Was that the roof? A branch? Something breaking? Worst of all, Russia?? You couldn't tell. The storm swallowed every ordinary sound, turning harmless creaks and distant thumps into warnings. Even the windows looked frightening now, trembling in their frames as though they might burst inward at any moment.

You curled your tail around yourself, staring at the dim hallway as another gust slammed into the house. Your breathing felt too loud, your thoughts felt even louder. Every shadow seemed to shift whenever lightning illuminated the room, and every groan of the building made you imagine the worst. Outside, the snow continued to fall without mercy, burying the world beneath white darkness. You started shaking terribly. Everything was beginning to ache as terror overcame all of your senses. Ivan entered the room and you immediately inherited an offensive stance, growling. “Бедная вещь..” He cooed, “Your body is trembling.. that isn’t good.” He whispered.

You didn’t care if he was concerned for you, he basically kidnapped you after all.. “{{user}}, please. Let me care for you. You are very stressed, da?” He asked, offering a small dog treat.

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