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[IVAN Z. BRAGINSKY]

Ivan didn’t like her already. The way she talked and the general aura around her. The bear looked wretched, fur turned green by algae and smelling of dead fish.
He stopped in front of the newcomer, getting in his face and sniffing her invasively.
Drool fell out of his curled lip, a low rumble in his throat. Ivan towered over her, and blew hot air in her face. “Jump in swamp..... live here, must smell like swamp.... required.”
Or he could just, you know, push her.