November 26, Ludmila, as usual, climbed up to her battle station to begin her watch.
The weather today was clear and sunny, but it was still so cold that even Ludmila, an Antean, was finding it a bit unbearable.
The cold wind from the Arctic Circle cut like a knife, constantly scraping against Ludmila's cheeks.
In such bitter cold, she suddenly heard someone calling out her name loudly.
She stood up, her hands on the windowsill, and looked down to see a petite figure waving their arms on the ground.
"Nelly?" Ludmila muttered in a low voice, and then, with a jolt, she opened the window and leaned out, shouting, "Nelly! Is that you, Nelly?"
The girl downstairs sprinted into the tower where Ludmila was stationed.
Ludmila turned and rushed to the door; as she opened it, the crosswind formed between the open window and the door howled in.
But Ludmila still dashed out, leaning over the banister in the corridor to look down.
