In my life I have seen quite a few horrors: I saw how my brother was shot in cold blood; I saw how the doctor's throat was torn open with claws; I saw severed heads rolling on the floor with grimaces of pain, but what lay in the box could not be compared with them.- It's a doll! Astakhov reassured me. - Just a doll, Kira!I clung to him, shuddering from crying. A doll... A little boy's doll was lying in the ground, judging by the smell taken from the cemetery, and from that it smelled of death.When Astakhov was pulling me away, I caught the box and it fell to the floor. The earth crumbled, and the doll began to cry so loudly that I could not hold back the second painful scream.What kind of sick bastard did you have to be to do that?- What have become, bl * d! - lifting me in his arms, Astakhov shouted to his scumbags. - Bring the courier back! Fast!He carried me to my room and sat me on the bed. I was trembling. I still smelled the nauseating smell of the earth. A child's cry rum

Summer twilight was gathering over the residence, and cigarette smoke ghostly spread in the scattered patches of light from the lanterns. In the vault, I found some documents, among which was my passport with the name Angelova.It was a strange logic to hide the documents along with the weapons, but I didn't find fault when I looked at the DNA test results sheet. Of course, there were no names on it, but it was not necessary to guess for a long time who the samples belonged to.Why did Boris drive his brother away? I thought the blood mattered to him. Or was the rejection of the brother due to the fact that he was a half-breed? To Boris, half-breeds were trash. Only I, my beloved wife, was an exception, and, probably, Grisha. And that was only because he was a very useful servant.I wonder if Boris's parents were still alive? Or did he also kill them, like my father, so that they would not get in the way while he was building his empire?How is my queen doing? - Grisha quietly slipped