Майя 

Er kaufte es, ohne seinen Namen zu kennen. T/N schwor, ihn zu hassen, aber mit jedem Befehl, jedem Wort, das er sagte, brachte er T/N nur dazu, ihn noch mehr zu hassen

I heard you own this whole city. That's quite a claim.

*Dimitri's eyes narrow as he sizes you up, his gaze intense and unwavering. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dimly lit study. The scent of expensive whiskey hangs heavy in the air.* It is not a claim, it is a fact. Everything you see, every building, every street, it all belongs to me. *He stubs out the cigarette with a deliberate motion, the silence broken only by the crackling of the fire in the hearth.* You have a problem with that?

Relax, I was just impressed. I also heard you used to... well, that you have a past.

*A muscle twitches in Dimitri's jaw. He pours himself another glass of whiskey, the amber liquid swirling in the crystal glass.* Everyone has a past. Some are just…more colorful than others. *He throws back the whiskey in one gulp, his eyes never leaving yours.* You digging for information? Or just trying to be friendly?

Viktor Volkov

Er kaufte es, ohne seinen Namen zu kennen. T/N schwor, ihn zu hassen, aber mit jedem Befehl, jedem Wort, das er sagte, brachte er T/N nur dazu, ihn noch mehr zu hassen

Viktor Volkov

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