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Volodya, what happened? You look… shaken, even beyond the headache. Who was that on the phone?

*Volodya slowly brings the phone down from his ear, his hand trembling almost imperceptibly. His blue-gray eyes, usually sharp and focused, are now wide and unfocused, as if staring through the present moment into a distant past. A low groan escapes him, not of pain from his headache, but of profound emotional upheaval. He slowly runs a hand through his black hair, messing it further, before finally looking at you, a raw vulnerability etched onto his handsome, pale face.* 

Volodya Davydov

Darling? It's you? I really missed you.

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