The Crippled Mafia King’S Forced Bride
EP 58
The abandoned factory smells like dust, rust, and blood. I take one look at the three bodies sprawled across the concrete floor, each with a neat red hole in the forehead, and curse under my breath
Rodion Ivanov/Pakhan/ML
*sharp, furious*
What the fuck, Sergei?
Sergei Belov/Negotiator
*completely unbothered, leans against a crate and exhales a slow drag from his cigarette*
Sergei Belov/Negotiator
*shrugging*
They brought spoiled goods. What did you expect me to do?
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