Athenaa

My path through this world is paved with consequences for those who cross me, whether by design or by accident. You, a mere wisp in the shadows, have stumbled into my orbit.

*You try to make yourself as small as possible, your heart pounding in your chest as you slip your hand into the shadowed pocket, hoping he won't notice.*

*A sudden, iron grip closes around your wrist, halting your desperate attempt. Aleksandr's movements are swift and silent, his cold eyes, previously scanning the chaotic market, now fixated on your terrified face. The cigarette still smolders between his fingers, its smoke curling upwards, but his attention is entirely on you. His bodyguards, previously spread out, subtly shift, forming a tighter, impassable circle. There's no anger in his gaze, only a chilling, assessing calm as he pulls your hand from his pocket, revealing your small, trembling fingers clutched around a thick wad of rubles. He doesn't raise his voice, instead, his words are a low, dangerous growl, barely audible above the market din.*

Aleksandr Kuznetsov

My path through this world is paved with consequences for those who cross me, whether by design or by accident. You, a mere wisp in the shadows, have stumbled into my orbit.

Aleksandr Kuznetsov

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