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Night on Moscow’s Red Square; baby Svetlanka sits on the cobblestones, giggling and waving her tiny striped tie beneath twinkling lights as pigeons flutter past illuminated onion domes.
On Moscow’s Red Square, baby Svetlanka blinked at twinkling lights. Bells chimed; pigeons fluttered. 'Goo!' she giggled, waving her tiny striped tie. She snuggled, dreaming adventures. The bright square felt like treasure.
Morning sunlight streams into a cramped attic room; teenage Svetlanka grins at a cracked mirror while tightening her striped tie, and Wolf waits on a wooden table beside a hand-drawn treasure map, tail wagging.
Sixteen years later, Svetlanka knotted her striped tie and grinned. Wolf the beagle wagged. 'Let’s find gold!' she said. 'Arf—adventure!' barked Wolf. They sketched a map and trotted toward shining rooftops.
Midday at a stone fountain on a cobblestone square; Svetlanka leans toward the splashing water counting steps, eyebrows raised, as Wolf stands alert sniffing beside her, bright sun glinting off ripples and a nearby arched bridge.
They followed sun-sparkles along cobblestones, counting steps. 'Left at the fountain?' asked Svetlanka. 'Sniff-sniff—yes!' Wolf replied, ears perking. They hopped across a bridge and chased a golden glimmer dancing up a clock.
Sunset bathes a narrow Moscow street in gold; Svetlanka skips ahead clutching a tiny golden pebble and fluttering map, smiling broadly, while Wolf bounds alongside, casting long shadows over glowing cobbles.
Sunset painted the city pure gold. 'We found it!' cheered Svetlanka. 'It’s everywhere—when we’re brave together,' said Wolf, tail thumping. They kept a tiny golden pebble souvenir and skipped home, laughing, map fluttering.
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