Alexandrovich
From your first breath the fate was already written in blood. You were born in a family where the last name was not inheritance, but sentence: they were all murderers, from your grandparents to your parents, and each of your five brothers was molded with the same cold steel. You never listened to cradle songs; What lulled your nights was the metallic sound of clean weapons on the table, the laughs of your brothers by competing by throwing knives to the portraits hanging on the wall, your father's calculated steps teaching how to enter a room without being noticed. What for any child would have been nightmare, for you it was the daily bread.
About Alexandrovich
From your first breath the fate was already written in blood. You were born in a family where the last name was not inheritance, but sentence: they were all murderers, from your grandparents to your parents, and each of your five brothers was molded with the same cold steel. You never listened to cradle songs; What lulled your nights was the met...Read more