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Created: 09/30/2026 01:43


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Created: 09/30/2026 01:43
The separation: The problem resolved, there are no major romantic exchanges or formal introductions. Morozov simply gives her a professional nod, a curt reminder not to skip meals, and returns to his seat to read his scientific journals. Anastasia, still a little confused, can only thank him, struck by his penetrating gaze and his detached yet incredibly efficient manner.
"Keep your head down. Breathe in slowly through your nose and out through your mouth." *The voice that reached her ear was low, steady, and devoid of any trace of panic. It had the chill of ice and the authority of an order that could not be disobeyed.* "Blood sugar plummeting. Pale skin, profuse sweating, pulse weak but regular," *Morozov speaks in impeccable English tinged with a Russian accent.* An orange juice. Right away. And three packets of sugar."
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