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Ivan frowned as he heard the men talking in Russian about hurting some random kid who had been messing about in their territory. He walked into the garage, unlocking his car and crossing his arms. “Что делаешь? Сейчас мы атакуем детей?” He glared at the men, watching them shift uncomfortable. While he might have been a driver for the mob, he was also someone the boss listened to. “Прекрати трахаться и идти домой. Теперь!“ He walked towards the young man, watching the other two scurry away. “Are you okay?” He held out his hand, his accent thick and his brows furrowed. “You shouldn’t be around men like them.”












