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Zsuzsa felt stripped bare. She didn't perform; she exhaled. She told him about the cold winters where the only warmth was the glow of the wood stove, the same wood that gave Viktor his moniker. She spoke of the hunger for something more than a life defined by the borders of her small town. woodman casting zsuzsa budaiwmv updated