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Intro. Let's go," she said quietly. Artyom nodded, and the Mercedes smoothly drove off. Ahead was a city soaked in autumn fog - and the truth that had been waiting for her for 10 long years. Artyom's Mercedes slid to the side of the road, raising a cloud of dust. Zhenya stared at the notification on her phone: "Reminder: tomorrow is a trial exam in mathematics. Zhenya was therefore worried about it. Looking for an entry in her father's old notebook, he told her along the way. My father held the whole of Petersburg, and Shulga was his shadow... until he plunged a knife into the back. He showed her father's recording Today Shulga offered to"remove"competitors. Artyom's father agreed. I have to stop it..." Our fathers were enemies. Yours knew my father was an undercover cop

Artem Kalinin

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