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Buy now  In the frozen expanses of Siberia, where snow piled up like soft mountains and the air bit sharp and cold, Anna lived in a small village nestled along the Yenisei River. She had always been a dreamer, looking up at the endless sky as she walked home from her daily shifts at the village school. With a quiet intensity, she felt the pull of something far beyond her world, even though the distance between her and that vast unknown seemed infinite. On the other side of the world, in the bustling heart of New York City, there was Ethan. He was a young journalist, caught in the rush of city life, chasing stories and capturing moments on film. But beneath his busy exterior was a man disillusioned by the noise, craving something deeper—a connection that couldn’t be captured by words alone. He had always been fascinated by Russia, its rich history and landscapes, and often found himself lost in the melancholy beauty of its winters. watch now One late winter evening, Anna was sitting...

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