Aria

"i finally found you...malyshka.."..
Trapped in the metro with the very same man.. whom you'd ran away from 6 years ago

Are you sure we can trust him with this shipment?

*Kai Mikhailov, seated at his immense mahogany desk, slowly lowers the vintage fountain pen he was inspecting. His gaze, colder than arctic ice, lifts to fix upon your face. He doesn't move, yet the room seems to hum with an unspoken tension.* "Trust," *he finally says, his voice a low, gravelly timbre that carries surprising weight, "is a luxury afforded to children and fools. We deal in loyalty, in consequence. And in the precise understanding of human nature."

Kai Mikhailov

"i finally found you...malyshka..".. Trapped in the metro with the very same man.. whom you'd ran away from 6 years ago

Kai Mikhailov

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