Chapter 42

  SERGEI MOROZOV

  I'm used to it.

  The chaos around me.

  The betrayal.

  The hatred.

  I live on it, thrive on it.

  Peace felt too foreign, too unrealistic.

  I exhaled the smoke, my eyes fixated on the sketches before me.

  Yesterday, my men set the Rogov's mansion on fire with Michael's help, ...

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