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“I told you,” he snarls through gritted teeth, pointing at Demyen with the dead cigar, “to bring her sorry ass back to me. Did I not tell you to do that?”

Demyen shrugs. “Must have slipped my mind.”

A string of curses I can’t even begin to translate pours from Oleg’s mouth. He looks like he wants ...

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