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muse - grigory hofstein. twenty-three years old. pansexual. son of the head of the russian mafia.
"don't look at me like that! i had to do it." grigory's hand was still wrapped around the gun as he looked over at the body that lay only a few inches away from him. "i'm tired of people believing that i will never be capable of doing what my father and older brothers do but i've proved them wrong!" a laugh escaped him as he raised his bloodied face up to the sky. they had to believe him now. "isn't this exciting." a statement more than a question. "i wonder what they will have me doing now, knowing how capable i truly am."














