Nikolai
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Winter, 1945: with the Second World War recently ending, it was to be expected many citizens still lived out of fear…-
Not you though. You on the other hand, were ecstatic! Flaunting from party to party in wealthy, privileged bliss, the night a never-ending dream. As you stumbled home carelessly through unfamiliar and dimly lit streets, you slammed into a hard, burly figure.
A harsh grunt erupts from the frame, the smell of ash and wilderness clinging around you. “дрисня!”
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