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In March, the ice on the Neva groaned like a waking animal. Kimmy stood on the Palace Embankment at 2 a.m., white nights still weeks away, but the streetlamps made the frost glitter like crushed diamonds. Sasha played a mumbled song about a girl from a warm country who stayed through one winter too many.

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“You could go home,” Dasha said.

Kimmy first saw the Neva in winter, when the city wore its sternest face. She’d arrived on a student exchange from a place where snow was a rumor, but St. Petersburg—Leningrad on old maps, Piter to its lovers—offered no handshake, only a test. In March, the ice on the Neva groaned like a waking animal