Whiskey.
Present Day.
I shook away the memory and continued reading, struggling to translate the text the best that I could. But I couldn’t help but feel like it wasn’t good enough. I took longer to work my way through the pages, making sure I checked and double checked the words carefully. The Alpha wrote about an incident. A death. I pieced together as much as I could.
Uzhe god minoval, yakozhe Bozhestvenna vozneslasya. Ona prinesla radost’ i blagopoluchiye v dom nash. S nadezhdoyu ya vosprinimal, chto yeye prikhoda dast blagodat’ nam. No ta nadezhda, kazalos’, vpustuyu. Vo nachale ona blazhenna byla. Sila yeye velika, dazhe pred nachalom ucheniya. No s vozrastom i sliyaniyem s siloyu svoyeyu, v ney gnev glubochayshiy razgorayetsya. T’ma tam prisutstvuyet, i blagorodnym moim lyudyam
