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MOSCOW INTERLUDE AND THE WAKING STRAINS

Author: The Oligarch Rose
last update publish date: 2026-01-23 22:31:09

Luca’s POV

The floatplane touched down on a frozen lake outside Novosibirsk just after midnight—skis hissing across ice, engines winding down to silence broken only by wind rattling the fuselage. Nadia’s body—wrapped in thermal blankets—remained in the rear hold; Katarina’s pilot would dispose of it quietly in the taiga. No ceremony. No grave. Just another ghost added to Siberia’s tally.

We transferred to a waiting black Volga—armored, tinted—driven by one of Katarina’s local assets: a former S
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  • UNDER THE DON’S PROTECTION   THE INFINITE HORIZON

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  • UNDER THE DON’S PROTECTION   BEYOND FOREVER

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  • UNDER THE DON’S PROTECTION   THE INFINITE LEGACY

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  • UNDER THE DON’S PROTECTION   PORT HARCOURT SHADOWS AND THE HEIR’S LAST REFUSAL

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  • UNDER THE DON’S PROTECTION   THE HEIR’S LOCK AND MIKHAIL’S FINAL HUNT

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  • UNDER THE DON’S PROTECTION   SIBERIA’S CALL AND THE ROGUE’S FACE

    Luca’s POVThe Gulfstream cut through Siberian airspace like a knife through fog, engines humming low as we skirted radar shadows. Katarina’s pilot ex-Luftwaffe, her network’s ace kept us below detection, hugging the taiga’s treetops. Outside, endless white: snow-blanketed pines stretching to the h

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-23

  • UNDER THE DON’S PROTECTION   FREEDOM’S EDGE AND THE SHADOWS UNVEILED

    Luca’s POVThe flames from the burning terminal licked the night sky behind us, casting flickering orange across the Bonny River as Eze’s boat cut through the delta’s murky channels. Salt air stung my eyes, mixing with tears I hadn’t shed yet. Mikhail’s body throat slit by Rocco’s blade sank into t

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