87● ALEXANDER KIREEV (POV)

ALEXANDER KIREEV

I don’t move a single centimeter when I hear the sound of a car in the courtyard. Dmitri, in front of me, looks like he’s about to explode. You can feel it. His face is set, far too red; his entire body tense, as if holding something that refuses to be contained. He knows tha...

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