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They became unlikely pen pals. Dmitri sent pictures of his drawings—monsters that looked sad, not scary. Grigori sent back photos of footprints in the snow that were twenty feet apart. Dmitri asked, “Are you a giant?”

He waited. Three minutes later, a notification popped up. Not from Svetlana. From a boy named Dmitri in Murmansk. His profile picture was a blurry photo of a forest. His status: “I have no friends at school.”

Dmitri wrote: “Yes. Every day.”

Grigori stared at the screen for a long time. Then he typed: “What if I said yes?”

Every night, after the humans in the village below had turned off their lights, Grigori would sit on his mountain throne, pull out a phone the size of a cinder block, and scroll. giants being lonely 2019 ok.ru

“Does anyone else feel like the last of their kind?”

He felt a message waiting. And that was enough. They became unlikely pen pals

He posted photos no one else could take: the inside of a glacier, a thunderstorm from above the clouds, a selfie with a reindeer that had fallen asleep on his palm. Each photo got two or three likes. A woman named Svetlana always wrote: “Beautiful. Stay warm, dear.”