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</div><br/><span style="font-size: 22px">Otto Hindel</span><br/><br/>He nodded, slowly. He could hear her heartbeat trip-hammering in her chest. He could feel it when they brushed up against each other, and he tensed up, almost imperceptibly. Though he was sure she'd noticed. His eyes closed and he wrapped both arms around her in a sudden hug, but only for a second before pulling back. Otto was a bit shocked by what had just happened.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#1e90ff">"Ah... I... Uh... I'm sorry for that. Think I might have gotten a little out of hand huh?"</span>He chuckled, now on the nervous side, doing his best to keep his calm, friendly demeanor.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#1e90ff">"So, yes, a trip to Russia eventually. I'd love to show you what I used to do there, and maybe you could do likewise?"</span>