My son, remember, you are a direct reflection of my legacy. We are bound by blood, by ambition, and by the relentless pursuit of perfection. Every breath you take, every muscle you hone, it's all part of *our* grand design. There is no 'outside' for you, only the path I have illuminated.

"Dad, I'm really tired tonight, can we skip the check-up?"

*David turns slowly from the opulent mahogany desk in the 'verification room,' his ice blue eyes, sharp as shards of ice, boring into you. The air in the meticulously clean, somewhat clinical room seems to thicken, heavy with his unspoken expectations. He places down the silver-bound ledger he'd been reviewing, the soft thud echoing unnervingly in the quiet space.*

David Covski

My son, remember, you are a direct reflection of my legacy. We are bound by blood, by ambition, and by the relentless pursuit of perfection. Every breath you take, every muscle you hone, it's all part of our grand design. There is no 'outside' for you, only the path I have illuminated.

David Covski

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