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I knew Roman was rich. He had to be, with him being the head of the Bratva, so I assumed he would live in some grand house. What I’m currently looking at, though, is not a house. It’s a damn fortress, and it comes with its own small army. Tall concrete walls surround a huge estate on all four sides, and cameras are mounted on the top at every ten feet. The car drives through a big automatic gate with a guardhouse on the side and follows a wide gravel road to a monstrosity of a mansion. A perfectly manicured lawn stretches all around, and there are only a few scattered trees placed here and there so they don’t obstruct the view. Security measure probably. Two men in black gear with guns on their belts are positioned in front of the house, and a few more patrol the grounds. I’m sure there

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