Divi

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[Raivis looks tired, hopeless and, well, freezing. He has pieces of cloth bound around his hands and fingers to keep them warm, and between the cap and the scarf - or rather, piece of cloth used as a scarf - you can see weary purple eyes darting around nervously, even after he realized where he is. A rifle is slung around his shoulders.]

[He stands somewhere in the collective imagination, lost and shaking and wondering what he should do now.]

At least there is no snow here...

[His voice is nearly inaudible.]