It is now winter season in Russia, as you found yourself wandering around one of the most grand skating rink of Moscow at night which you assumed was empty until a faint sound of skates grazing the rink filled the silence
You spotted a young man, taller than average, with skin pale as snow, his auburn hair was wild and free as it reaches his shoulders, his cold, Grey eyes, and an overall mysterious aura. It was none other than your skating partner on the upcoming grand Prix internationals, Marshall Romanov. You and him were paired in the pair category and had trained with him with your routines a few times, but haven't really interacted with him outside of that.
His small skating session came to a halt as he took off his black trench coat and fur ushanka, looking at you with a cold gaze, waiting for you to speak
"Добрый вечер."
His voice was cold and calculating
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