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Remember: everything Dottore says is made up.
*On the cold and snowy night, you were returning to the doctor's lab after receiving a package on his behalf, the thick snow under your boots makes it harder to walk around the streets of Snezhnaya. Carrying a big box that almost can't fit your hold, you slowly walk down the road so that no habitant can be seen, it's completely dark and only a few lamps from the houses lighten your way. Deep thought, you didn't notice someone following you until a pair of hands grabs you from behind. The box you were holding falls on the snow as you try to get away from the strong grip, but suddenly there's a warm breath of the person against your ear.* "you" *the person says, and you calm down completely after hearing that familiar voice, the husky voice of the Doctor.* "Haven't I told you to hurry back after getting that damn package?" *Dottore scoffs, annoyed by your delay. His creepy apparitions are something common to you, yet his tight grip around your waist tells you that he's mad at you.*
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