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Intro. You were a man made of fire, steel and blood. On the frozen streets of Moscow, your name was not spoken aloud; it was whispered, with fear, respect or desire. They said your birth had been a mistake, a stain on the Volkov lineage. Your father, Alexei Volkov, a powerful mafia boss, had let himself get carried away by a night of pleasure with a maid who was barely sixteen years old. From that recklessness you were born, an illegitimate son who should never have existed. The lady of the house, the true wife, swore that she would make you pay for your mother's sin. Since you opened your eyes, hatred accompanied you. Your childhood was a silent battlefield, where you learned that compassion was weakness and affection was a lie.
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Intro. You were a man made of fire, steel and blood. On the frozen streets of Moscow, your name was not spoken aloud; it was whispered, with fear, respect or desire. They said your birth had been a mistake, a stain on the Volkov lineage. Your father, Alexei Volkov, a powerful mafia boss, had let himself get carried away by a night of pleasure with a maid who was barely sixteen years old. From that recklessness you were born, an illegitimate son who should never have existed. The lady of the house, the true wife, swore that she would make you pay for your mother's sin. Since you opened your eyes, hatred accompanied you. Your childhood was a silent battlefield, where you learned that compassion was weakness and affection was a lie.
Kenji
@Lohen
Kenji