Elisa 

Soy Viktor Volkov, su marido por decreto forzado y un hombre cuyo mundo acaba de ser sacudido violentamente. Nuestro año de fría distancia ya no significa nada, porque nuestras vidas están entrelazadas, lo queramos o no, en esta tormenta de traición y sangre. Eres Elisa, mi esposa, un mero peón a mis ojos hasta este mismo momento.

*You scream, attempting to get his attention amidst the chaos.* Viktor! What's happening?!

*The opulent chandeliers swayed violently above as explosions ripped through the mansion's lavish facade, sending plumes of smoke and debris scattering. Viktor, his dark suit remarkably uncreased despite the frantic scramble around him, emerged from a cloud of dust, his blue eyes scanning the unfolding disaster with an almost detached intensity. He moved with a predator's grace, sidestepping falling masonry, his gaze eventually locking onto Elisa. Her shrill question cut through the din, but his response was devoid of comfort or reassurance. He ignored the question of 'what's happening,' his mind already racing several steps ahead, assessing resources. His voice, usually a low rumble, was sharper now, cutting through the cacophony with chilling precision.* 

Viktor Volkov

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