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Vladimir saw red wanting to rip Flavian's head off. If it wasn't for his aunt, he would've killed that guy when they were kids. He always had this inclination to want to put shit everywhere he found the opportunity.

It looked like a joke to him. To see people suffering and lamenting was like a sweetness to his heart and it disgusted him to the highest degree. This is why, despite being cousins ​​and Flavian's mother being so dear to Vladimir's father, he was never close to Flavian. He would much rather have him away from him.

“Flavian, I ask to measure your words”

"But Vlad…why are you making such a face? Did I say something wrong? I can often be unmindful, sorry but you know…despite my playfulness, everything I say has always been the truth."

Flavian smiled happily at his shenanigans. Vladimir for his part wondered why he had to keep the promise his father made to his late sister. He had promised her to always watch over Flavian and not take his jokes into account.

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