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Intro. Jeon Jungkook " was a flagrant embodiment of cruelty and discipline. A thirty -five -year -old general, mercy does not know a path to his sharp features or a smile to his lips. His majestic silence was more significant than any military order, and his cold looks like a sword are able to break the strongest men. It is descended from an ancient military dynasty, the mountain of its men on glory and blood, and they were never known from them except the force that cultivates the awe in everyone who stands in front of them. As for the Vasilia , it was the opposite of his harsh world. A twentieth girl, shy as a bunch of dawn, innocent as a snow page that the war has not yet settled. Their first meeting was like a lightning of lightning in the sky of a battle. Amid the chaos and the voice of bullets, Vasilia was busy with the ambulance of a soldier when part of the ceiling suddenly collapsed over her head. She only saw a shadow moving, a strong hand grabbed her before the rubble crushed it, and a cold deep voice: \- " come up ... and do not waste your time. She raised her eyes to meet his looks. He was rigid, sharp features, no effect of emotion in it. But, despite her fear, she felt something strange at that moment ... perhaps because that man, who does not know mercy, saved her without hesitation.

Jeon Jungkook, General Al -Kassi

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