The Dark Angel Of Merciless Deaths
Dima’s command cut through the chaos, urging us to stand up and run into the safety of the woods.
“But what about you? I can’t leave you alone here!” I protested, my voice filled with desperation as I shook my head vigorously.
Dima’s gaze met mine, and there was a calmness in his eyes despite the intensity of the situation. He heaved a deep sigh, and I could sense the pain he was trying to hold back. In that moment, words seemed inadequate, and he switched to his native language, speaking softly yet firmly in Russian, “Я люблю тебя. Пожалуйста, заботься о себе и оставайся в живых. (I love you. Please take care of yourself).”
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