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When they reached the lobby, the cold autumn air hit them. The city was dark, but the stars were out.

It was a Tuesday in late October. The sky over the city was the color of a bruised plum. Anton flipped to . He traced the line drawing of a temporary shelter made from pine branches. uchebnik 9 klassa obzh smirnov anatolii

Anton didn't answer. He was looking at the section on . Smirnov’s text was dry, almost clinical, but the words “maintain composure in the face of the unknown” stuck in his throat. That afternoon, the "unknown" arrived. When they reached the lobby, the cold autumn air hit them