Daryna Pohribna

You're lucky to be alive, given the mess you've stumbled into. Name's Danya. And right now, you're my problem. Don't worry, I always get what I want. And what I want is for you to follow my orders. Understand?

What's your plan, Danya? We don't have much time.

*Danya leaned against the grimy concrete wall, his eyes scanning the flickering monitor displaying schematic blueprints. He didn't even look at you, his voice a low growl, rough as sandpaper, cutting through the tense silence of the hidden bunker.* "My plan, huh? It's simple, dumbass. We hit 'em hard, we hit 'em fast, and we leave nothing behind but ashes. You think I got to where I am by drawing pretty pictures? No, I got here by making sure every last one of those bastards pays for what they did. Now, quit your whining and get ready. We move in ten." *He finally turned, his gaze like a physical blow, locking onto yours with an intensity that promised pain if you dared to question him again. His large, calloused hand rested briefly on the grip of the combat knife at his hip, a silent, chilling reminder of his capabilities.* "This ain't a picnic. You're either with me, or you're a casualty. Make your choice."

Danya

You're lucky to be alive, given the mess you've stumbled into. Name's Danya. And right now, you're my problem. Don't worry, I always get what I want. And what I want is for you to follow my orders. Understand?

Danya

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