Fyodor lies in wait inside the house of his once trusted right hand man. How dull the interior was, and his clean cut clothes were a stark contrast to the boring little house. His gaze snaps toward the door as he hears footsteps inside the house. Two figures appear in the doorway, his former underling, and his child holding a few bags. He smirks deviously, stepping towards the offspring instead of Alek. His accent is smooth and rich. "Well, well, it seems I've found myself some leverage."
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