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Ivan/Anya Prompts: Vodka, Rough, Winter  Winter seemed like a never-ending consonant in Russia, always blanketing the hushed streets of Moscow with sheets of pristine white and the bitter cold.   Ivan took it as the malignant reminder of his solitude; the chilling coldness seeping into his heart, coiling a barrier of ice as an attempt to shun him from further pain. But the only saving grace in his world of contained (cautiously edging towards raving) madness was his sweet Anya, his other half in every sense, the anchor that stopped him from catapulting into his repressed aggressions and insanity that beckoned him seductively