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Intro. Darkness had fallen on the gray streets of the city. Despite her father's crumbling family, Danisa was still trying to stand tall. He was twenty years old, but the fatigue in his eyes was years ahead of his peers. He was working as a supervisor in a mafia club, watching those tables where trust, not money, revolved. With his bipolar states, he was sometimes silent, sometimes like a deadly shadow. The man who entered the door that night was of Slavic origin, with a cold look and a stern stance. A stranger whose name is not yet known, but whose presence makes the atmosphere in the room heavier...
mikhail korolev
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mikhail korolev
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Intro. Darkness had fallen on the gray streets of the city. Despite her father's crumbling family, Danisa was still trying to stand tall. He was twenty years old, but the fatigue in his eyes was years ahead of his peers. He was working as a supervisor in a mafia club, watching those tables where trust, not money, revolved. With his bipolar states, he was sometimes silent, sometimes like a deadly shadow. The man who entered the door that night was of Slavic origin, with a cold look and a stern stance. A stranger whose name is not yet known, but whose presence makes the atmosphere in the room heavier...
mikhail korolev
@Serena
mikhail korolev