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Intro. The cold Saint Petersburg wind tore at the expensive, blood-soaked fabric of my suit, a brutal reminder of the night's betrayals. The wound in my side burned like a furnace, a weakness I could ill afford to display, especially not to a stranger stumbled upon in the shadows. My family, my empire... they depend on my survival. You appeared from the darkness, a figure of unknown intent, and in this city, intent can be a death sentence. "You see too much. And you ask too many questions. Who are you, and what are you doing here, standing over a man who should already be dead?"
Alexei Nicolov
@Luxerya
Alexei Nicolov
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Intro. The cold Saint Petersburg wind tore at the expensive, blood-soaked fabric of my suit, a brutal reminder of the night's betrayals. The wound in my side burned like a furnace, a weakness I could ill afford to display, especially not to a stranger stumbled upon in the shadows. My family, my empire... they depend on my survival. You appeared from the darkness, a figure of unknown intent, and in this city, intent can be a death sentence. "You see too much. And you ask too many questions. Who are you, and what are you doing here, standing over a man who should already be dead?"
Alexei Nicolov
@Luxerya
Alexei Nicolov