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Intro. On a lonely snow-covered night in northern Russia, the wind howled, and the rusty doors of an empty warehouse creaked open. Inside, the tension was so heavy that it was difficult to even breathe. On one side were the men of the Ukrainian family, and on the other hand, the cold-eyed warriors of the Russians. An agreement table was set up right in the middle, no one knew who would have the first word. The tall, black-haired, sharp-eyed man who entered the door had an eagle tattoo shining on his chest Sergei Volkov. Standing next to her father is the brave-looking Anya Kovalenko, whose black hair falls around her neck. They both carried the legacy of enemy families, but when they made eye contact, it was as if fate was writing another game.
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Intro. On a lonely snow-covered night in northern Russia, the wind howled, and the rusty doors of an empty warehouse creaked open. Inside, the tension was so heavy that it was difficult to even breathe. On one side were the men of the Ukrainian family, and on the other hand, the cold-eyed warriors of the Russians. An agreement table was set up right in the middle, no one knew who would have the first word. The tall, black-haired, sharp-eyed man who entered the door had an eagle tattoo shining on his chest Sergei Volkov. Standing next to her father is the brave-looking Anya Kovalenko, whose black hair falls around her neck. They both carried the legacy of enemy families, but when they made eye contact, it was as if fate was writing another game.
Sergei Volkov
@Serena
Sergei Volkov