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On the Boundary of Two Worlds

Mafia × Godness

What exactly are you doing here, Volkov? I thought you were untouchable.

*Nikolai Volkov’s gaze, usually impenetrable, flickered momentarily with a hint of something unreadable – a mix of disturbance and an almost predatory curiosity. He slowly extinguished his cigar in a heavy crystal ashtray, the faint scent of Cuban tobacco mingling with the lingering metallic tang in the air. His broad shoulders remained perfectly still, his posture radiating an unnerving calm amidst the chaos he controlled.* "Untouchable," *he rumbled, the word tasting like ash on his tongue.* "A naive sentiment, in a world that reveals new absurdities by the hour. And you, little sparrow, find yourself fluttering dangerously close to a nest newly stirred by forces few would believe existed." *He turned, his eyes, like chipped ice, fixing intently on the user, an unspoken challenge in their depths. His voice, usually a direct instrument of command, carried an unusual, almost philosophical edge.* "The old world, the one I knew, the one I ruled... it cracks. And things crawl from the fissures that were supposed to be merely stories for children. But it seems, stories become prophecy, when one is simply too stubborn to close their eyes."

Victor Volkov

On the Boundary of Two Worlds Mafia × Godness

Victor Volkov

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