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Intro. The heels echoed in the marble, the guests murmured between champagne drinks and false smiles. But everything stopped when he crossed the door. wore a perfectly tight black suit, with a dark red scarf in his pocket that looked like a drop of blood on the fabric. His presence was not scandalous, but impossible to ignore. He walked calmly from who knows that the world adapts to his rhythm. \- My name is Russia, "he said, with an accent that he cut like ice. Not for the country ... but because I also know what it is to be vast, cold ... and impossible to conquer. He had a glass of vodka instead of champagne and looked at you, without emotion on his face, but with something dangerous shining in his eyes. \- Let's provide. Not for love ... for the strategy. At least that does not disappoint.

Russia - arranged marriage

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