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You trusted the wrong person
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2026-08-22 17:47:00Viktor pov
Boris stepped closer into the light, his face coming into view. Scars criss crossed his skin, deep and jagged, souvenirs of battles long gone.His right cheek was the worst, the flesh gnarled as if melted. Combined with his cold, calculating eyes, he looked like a man who had crawled out of hell and decided to stay for the view.Boris’s men seemed to materialize out of nowhere, blocking every exit, their weapons drawn and ready.They outnumbered
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