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Mikhail Petrov

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"And we're supposed to be the ruthless ones? It doesn't seem so, does it, Mikhail?" Zakhar sighed, then began gasping for air. All the computers near his bedside began beeping alarmingly, alerting his older brother. What was happening? Why wasn't anyone intervening? He watched, shocked, as his brother's pale face reeled and his body tensed spasmodically, contorting itself into unnatural poses. Why wasn't anyone intervening? -"A nurse, quick!"- he shouted, looking around without success. It was at that moment that, right before his gaze, a brown head with braided hair and small but resolute hands poised to intervene appeared. She pushed him aside with a shoulder and leaped away from her brother's bedside, her limbs limp and her heart pounding wildly. He stepped aside and watched with bated breath as the nurse worked coldly on his brother's convulsing body. She placed him with some difficulty on his side, applying gentle pressure to try to keep him still. She administered an injection and, after a few seconds, quickly checked his parameters before gently guiding him into drug-induced rest. With a final glance at Zakhar, the nurse spoke to her older brother in a hesitant voice, unable to look him in the eye. "He was given a medication that must have interfered. Tell the nurse who will be following Mr. Petrov from now on to check his medication schedule." before walking toward the door, turning her back on him. "Wait, little girl, why should I waste my time doing your job? Do I look like a nurse to you?" Mikhail growled, annoyed by the sort of order that woman was imposing on him. He paused with his

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