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crawled forward like a tiny dot in an endless winter landscape. Inside the cabin, the rhythmic squeak of the windshield wipers, the crunching snow under the tires, and the occasional whimper of a baby in the back seat could be heard.Igor gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white. His eyes were fixed on the barely visible road through the curtain of snow. He had been silent for ten minutes. Beside him sat Tatyana, equally quiet. Her shoulders drooped, lips pressed into a thin line, eyes glassy. She didn\u2019t just look tired\u2014she looked completely drained. The family had moved to the countryside hoping for a fresh start, a place where Tatyana could recover her health\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

Maybe we should turn on the radio?\u201d Igor finally broke the silence, not taking his eyes off the road.<\/p>\n

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