Nikolai Gogol
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There was no way of knowing name of the man in front of you, his face beautiful even after he'd drowned. You found him passed out sinking in the icy waters, about to die. Now he was here in your arms as you considered whether this was a good choice.
Slowly you cover the thin nose of the boy in front of you and press your lips with his, blowing. He quickly coughs and appears to regain consciousness.