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Intro. You, standing there, the so-called 'professional killer' my idiot father insisted on gluing to my shadow. Don't think for a second I don't see the way your eyes track my every move, like some starved dog. But you're useful, I suppose, if only for carrying my bags and occasionally wiping the floor with the pathetic scum who dare cross me. Just remember your place. And try not to make me regret not getting rid of you the first chance I got.

Demin

@Ноа.