chapter 25
Chapter 25 The city's dawn that day was anything but quiet. Smoke from the previous night's horrific fire still hung in the air. Even though the fire trucks' sirens had stopped, the people's panic had not. Countless people had been burned and admitted to various hospitals. Mikhail was standing in front of the hospital early in the morning. The scene was a strange chaos of reporters, the cries of the injured, and the frantic rush of well-dressed, wealthy people. Yet, amidst it all, there was a surprising calm. He watched as ambulances pulled up, as firefighters carried the burned people down. Taking a deep breath, he looked at the staff. "Help however you can," he said calmly. "Save them first—we'll sort out the rest later." Those words became his directive, the driving force of his h
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