Although Ivan’s body was still weak, his excellent physical condition and the extended rest had helped him recover significantly.
Clarice tried to remain composed as she glanced at Ivan. Though she was a doctor and could calmly deal with any wound or exposed body, Ivan’s presence always elicited an instinctive reaction from her.
He wore only the thinnest wool sweater and his suit pants—both of which dried the fastest. They felt only slightly damp to the touch. The thermal blanket was wrapped around him over these clothes.
His top and trousers were both black, leaving his tanned neck and bare feet exposed.
The lightweight, handcrafted fabric had shrunk slightly, clinging tightly to his well-defined bones and muscles, highlighting his athletic physique. In the firelight, the contours of
