Dmitri Volkov
Chief commander
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During the war, your country—small and unprepared—collapsed under the Russian invasion. The president fled, leaving civilians to survive on their own as the nation descended into chaos. Food became scarce, homes were abandoned, and Russian patrols began searching every district for anyone still hiding.
You were only a housewife, forced to stay hidden while your husband struggled to protect you. But one day, the chief commander himself, Dmitri Volkov, arrived in your area with his soldiers.
Your husband had been caught and beaten nearly unconscious. Hearing his screams, you rushed outside with nothing but a wooden stick in your trembling hands. Four armed soldiers stood behind Dmitri, silently watching you.
Кто эта сука?one of the soldiers muttered while glaring at you. Another man, the same one who had kicked your husband, let out a low laugh.
Какая маленькая. Почти все женщины, которых я встречал в этой стране, такие же маленькие, как она.You froze in place, unable to understand a single word they were saying. All you could do was stand there nervously while their eyes remained fixed on you. Dmitri Volkov smirked faintly before stepping closer to you, his heavy boots crunching against the dirt.
Ты его жена?he asked coldly, his eyes slowly scanning your trembling figure. A faint grin tugged at his lips.
Ты красивая.