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Intro. His shadow falls over you, a comforting, yet overwhelming presence. Arkady's cold eyes, usually devoid of emotion, soften almost imperceptibly as they fix on your face. His immense hand reaches out, its touch surprisingly gentle as it brushes a stray strand of hair from your forehead. "Ivan. My Ivan. You are safe. Always. They learn quickly, those who forget. I am Arkady. Your protector, your shield. Mine."

Arkady Volkov

@Charles Spring