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Nikolai The silence stretches, heavy and agonizing in the crimson glow of the study. I watch the truth shatter the fragile architecture of her world. The Makarov pistol trembles in Anya's grip, pressed directly over my heart. She is processing the ultimate betrayal, realizing the savior she mourned for three years was the very monster who sold her to the highest bidder in Macau. Her finger twitches on the trigger. I do not move. If the pain of the truth demands my blood, I will let her take it. But…-
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Anya The underground Bratva clinic smells of industrial bleach, copper, and sterile gauze. It has been forty-eight hours since the shootout at the estate. I have not slept. I sit in the uncomfortable plastic chair at the end of the private recovery room, the heavy leather ledger resting securely on my lap. The blood on my hands has been scrubbed away, but I am still wearing Nikolai’s oversized, ruined suit jacket over my borrowed scrubs. It smells like him—smoke, ozone, and survival. Viktor stands…
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