SERGEI MOROZOV
How unfortunate.
I get to mourn an unborn child that was never there in the first place.
But how fortunate that I get to see Rogov's crumbling to the ground.
However, the war has just started. I have fueled the fire, and I would be the one who will win through it.
If not me, then no one.
"Checkmate," I whispered, making Boris growl as he slumped back against the old couch in defeat.
"How do you always win, boss?" He asked with a defeated look on his face. He always loses when he plays with me, but when he plays the same game with others, he's considered pretty great at chess.
I shrugged and leaned my back against the old, worn-out couch. The house we sat in was no different from the couch. It was small, shabby, and barely holding on. My men stood in each corner with
