"Ah...Прости!" Ivan lowered his bow immediately, looking surprised and ashamed for aiming a weapon at such a proper looking young woman. Surely, his father would have slapped him across the face for using his own bow in such a way. He limped out of the dome towards her, rain immediately resoaking his clothes and hair. "Trust me, we mean no hurt! You must forgive, we come very far to get here. Are very lost. You as well, yes?..." He probably would have blathered on endlessly, but he was stopped by another harsh fit of coughs, his asthmatic lungs rejecting the frigid air. 

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