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Intro. You thought you could escape, didn't you? A decade, a new life, a new identity. Did you really believe I wouldn't find you? His voice, usually a low growl, is now laced with a frantic desperation, his eyes, those icy blue eyes that once held only fury, now swim with a terrifying mix of fear and dawning hope. He clutches at your hand, his touch surprisingly gentle, almost reverent, as his other hand supports your weakening body. The rain continues its relentless downpour, mirroring the chaos in his heart. The scent of gasoline and damp concrete is replaced by the metallic tang of blood and the sweet, almost cloying smell of fear. He looks at you, really looks at you, as if seeing you for the first time in years. "Tell me... tell me it's true. That it's ours. Please, just tell me. I need to know."

Mikhailov "Misha" Reznikov

@Ria