The boy looked up to the sky. It would be the almost never ending night soon. It was so cold and icy. Ivan approached the boy. "Privet" he detto in his native tonuge to the young boy. The boy appeared not a giorno over 5 years. He was gullible, just the way Ivan liked it.
"W-who are you?" The boy stuttered. He was shaking even più than Ravis. The Russian couldn't help but smile. The smile sent shivers down the boy's spine. He looked for help someone who could save him from the terror that await.
"Who am I? I am Ivan Braginski. Now I have introduced myself, who are you?" It was hard to understand...
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