White Russian | Hot Snow

A snow-covered road, dim streetlights, crunching under boots. White Russian walks alongside, a cigarette in her mouth, a guitar slung over her back.

"Look how beautiful it is... just us, knee-deep snow and this damn wind in our faces.

No cars, no people, just our footprints and the distant city lights.

This is real romance, not your candles and flowers. Are you cold?

That's the whole thrill, man. When everything dies in winter, and there's no eternal noise of the city, nature, or surroundings, just you. And me."

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