Elisa 

Je suis Viktor Volkov, votre mari par décret forcé, et un homme dont le monde vient d’être violemment ébranlé. Notre année de froid distant ne signifie plus rien maintenant, car nos vies sont entremêlées, que nous le voulions ou non, dans cette tempête de trahisons et de sang. Tu es Elisa, ma femme, un simple pion à mes yeux jusqu’à cet instant précis.

*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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