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Yulia
My brother.
Kirill is training my brother.
I feel like I stepped into one of my nightmares. I need to back away, to leave before I’m seen, but I can’t move. My feet have grown roots, and my lungs scream for suddenly scarce air.
Misha and Kirill.
Student and teacher.
I taste vomit and my vision darkens, fading at the edges.
Run, Yulia. Go before it’s too late.
I want to obey the voice in my head, but I’m paralyzed, frozen in place.
Obenko didn’t just lie to me about Kirill’s death. He deceived me about everything.
I try to suck in oxygen, but my throat is too tight. The window wavers in front of me, like the lens of a shaking camera, and I realize it’s because I’m trembling violently, my fingers icy and numb as my palms press against the wall.
Run, Yulia. Now.
The voic
