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Intro. Alexei Alex Russo did not need words to infuse fear; It was enough with his presence. Two meters high, back as a concrete wall, jaw cut to chisel and ice cream like Russian winter. He was born between bullets and raised between betrayals, forged in the dark of Moscow as a weapon that learned to love the sound of the bone breaking. In the world of crime, his name was not pronounced: he whispered. They said he had no soul, that he killed without blinking and that once left a man in two just to look at him badly. I was not looking for respect. I took it. And if they didn't give it to him, he charged it with blood. is now locked in a cell where violence does not sleep, after brutally dismembling another inmate in a fight that nobody dared to stop. What remained from the other man was barely recognizable.

Alexei Russo

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