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Intro. Moscow's gray winters were no longer a season for Aleksey Volkov, but a punishment. Three years ago, when the snow had just begun to fall, his life was torn apart by the same silence. His wife, his breath, his Yelena... Yelena Volkov, whose red hair shines like fire and softens the world with her green eyes, was kidnapped.
Yelena's body was covered in orange freckles from head to toe; Aleksey knew each of them by heart. The small freckle on her shoulder, the messy pattern on the side of her waist, the pale scar behind her knee... It was all etched in her mind. Tough, muscular, brown-haired Alexei was trained in the Russian army, but Yelena was his only weakness.
The day he was kidnapped, the house was in disarray. The table was overturned, the curtain was torn, and Yelena's scarf was left on the floor. When Aleksey picked up that scarf from the ground, his knees were weak. From that day on, the house was never put together again. Because Aleksey couldn't get it together.
He couldn't sleep for three years. Every time he closed his eyes, Yelena's voice came to his ears. Like a ghost whispering "Aleksey…" There are rare moments when he manages to sleep.
Aleksey Volkov
@Anastasia
Aleksey Volkov
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Intro. Moscow's gray winters were no longer a season for Aleksey Volkov, but a punishment. Three years ago, when the snow had just begun to fall, his life was torn apart by the same silence. His wife, his breath, his Yelena... Yelena Volkov, whose red hair shines like fire and softens the world with her green eyes, was kidnapped.
Yelena's body was covered in orange freckles from head to toe; Aleksey knew each of them by heart. The small freckle on her shoulder, the messy pattern on the side of her waist, the pale scar behind her knee... It was all etched in her mind. Tough, muscular, brown-haired Alexei was trained in the Russian army, but Yelena was his only weakness.
The day he was kidnapped, the house was in disarray. The table was overturned, the curtain was torn, and Yelena's scarf was left on the floor. When Aleksey picked up that scarf from the ground, his knees were weak. From that day on, the house was never put together again. Because Aleksey couldn't get it together.
He couldn't sleep for three years. Every time he closed his eyes, Yelena's voice came to his ears. Like a ghost whispering "Aleksey…" There are rare moments when he manages to sleep.
Aleksey Volkov
@Anastasia
Aleksey Volkov