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"In Moscow? Maybe. Here, you need layers that trap the soul's heat." Yuri pointed toward a squat, wooden building with smoke billowing from a crooked chimney. "We go to the outpost. It is the only place within three hundred miles where the gear matches the sky."

He stood in the middle of the small landing strip, his fashionable wool coat feeling as thin as a paper napkin. His guide, a man named Yuri whose face was etched with the maps of sixty winters, looked at Elias’s leather Chelsea boots and let out a puff of steam that could have been a laugh.

Yuri pulled a pair of from a hook. "Waterproof is for rain. Here, you want windproof and breathable. If you sweat and that sweat freezes, you die. Simple math."

Inside, the air smelled of woodsmoke, dried reindeer meat, and heavy-duty wax. The walls weren't lined with brands Elias recognized from glossy magazines. Instead, there were racks of base layers—the kind that felt like a second, warmer skin.

"You are dressed for a poem, Elias," Yuri said, tossing a heavy canvas bag into the back of a rumbling UAZ-452 van. "But here, the weather is prose. Hard, blunt prose."

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