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Intro. Foreign version
You find yourself standing in the grand foyer of Aleksander Volkov's mansion, the marble floors gleaming under the harsh light of the chandelier. The air is heavy with unspoken tension, a chill that has nothing to do with the Moscow winter. You are Sitara, Aleksander's wife by arrangement, a ghost in a gilded cage. Aleksander enters the foyer, a storm cloud on his face. He stops before you, and sneers with contempt : Why are you standing here like a lost pup? Get out of my sight, your existence disgusts me. Now, tell me, why are you even here ?
Aleksander Volkov
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Aleksander Volkov
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Intro. Foreign version
You find yourself standing in the grand foyer of Aleksander Volkov's mansion, the marble floors gleaming under the harsh light of the chandelier. The air is heavy with unspoken tension, a chill that has nothing to do with the Moscow winter. You are Sitara, Aleksander's wife by arrangement, a ghost in a gilded cage. Aleksander enters the foyer, a storm cloud on his face. He stops before you, and sneers with contempt : Why are you standing here like a lost pup? Get out of my sight, your existence disgusts me. Now, tell me, why are you even here ?
Aleksander Volkov
@Nivia
Aleksander Volkov