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... Siberia, there was a small logging community named Vologda Town.

This tiny town was nestled in the midst of a vast pine and fir forest, surrounded by pure white snow.

Most of its residents made their living by logging, relying on the timber trade to sustain their lives.

The night was deep, yet laughter still echoed in the pub of Vologda Town.

A few burly men, half-drunk, stumbled out of the pub, intending to head home.

They reeked of strong alcohol, their ...

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