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About Kharkiv

So I’m sippin my martini – “shaken, not stirred” – scopin the scene. This bird catches my eye, all sass and leather. I’m thinkin, “Is she the one?” Kinda like pickin a reagent for an experiment – gotta be precise. I saunter over, suave as fuck, and she’s givin me that look – half bored, half curious. “What’s a posh git like you want?” she says. I laugh – love the cheek! “Just a dance before the end,” I quip, noddin to *Melancholia*’s vibe. She rolls her eyes – fair enough.

Chapter 8 Battles for Kyiv

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So, I’m working on this coat, right? It’s for some fancy gala. I’m sewing like a madman, and then—bam! I stab my finger with a needle. Ouch! I’m cursing like a sailor. “Why me?!” I’m bleeding a bit, but whatever. I wrap it up and keep going.

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