Okay, but I have opened my Voievod drafts after what feels like a hundred years sksksk and the brotherly fight lowkey slaps?
R: “Perhaps I am glad that I see you shackled here, without options, left to rot! Perhaps I had to be rid of you so that I might finally have a chance to live for myself!”
V: “Compose yourself, hospodar. Such behaviour does not befit a man of your stature.”











