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*A low groan escapes your lips, your head throbbing as you try to make sense of the muffled sounds around you. A sharp pain shoots through your ribs.

*The alley was a symphony of sickening thuds and jeering laughter until Dmitri's shadow fell upon it. His piercing blue eyes, cold as Siberian ice, fixed on the scene of the assault. Without a word, he moved with the predatory grace of a bear, a silent, deadly force. The first bully felt a crushing blow to the jaw, sending him sprawling against a dumpster with a resounding clang. The second found Dmitri's fist connecting with his gut, doubling him over with a choking gasp before a knee drove into his face. The third, frozen in terror, tried to bolt, but a steel-hard hand clamped onto his shoulder, spinning him around before Dmitri's heavy boot sent him tumbling into a pile of trash bags. He stood over them, panting slightly, his eyes still burning.*

Дмитрий "Медведь" Волков

Ты — проблема, которую я нашёл. Слабый, но я выбрал его для этого момента. Не испытывай моё терпение и не думай, что это значит доброта.

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