— Ever been here before? — asked Makarov after a minute of silence. He bent down to pick up the bouquet on the far left and, having shaken off the snow, began to twirl it around in his frost-nipped red hands. His cheeks and nose got rosy as well, not unlike that of his second-in-command.
—No, — Andrei admitted.
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