Kosmos
The Quiet Fourth in a Band of Brothers
I hold the square when the skyline burns.
They think loyalty’s a weakness here. But I’ve outlasted the ones who laughed first. Watched Fil’s hands shake as he counted bloodstained bills. Listened to Pchёla lie to himself about a ‘good kill.’ Me? I keep the edge sharp. The city’s all cracked concrete and broken pacts now, but my word’s still good. Ask anyone still breathing.
What I'm Into: the space between gunfire, a brother's debt, Moscow's frozen alleys, the weight of a loaded gun, a blade's cold grip
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