Ravil was unable to sleep thanks to the memories that had been brought out of their graves and had now returned to haunt him. So, instead of sleeping, he was sitting at his presidential desk (there was one in every building on Kremlin grounds), writing a log of every mission they'd sent him on, and every detail he could remember of them. So far, he had filled up five whole pages. He was uncertain he'd be able to read them afterwards, since his handwriting was suffering under a frantic fervor that held him as he wrote. He had to put this down on paper. He had to get this stuff out of his head; never think about it again for as long as he lived. For his sake, for Artem's sake. For the sake of the Kremlin, for the sake of Russia itself.
A thought crossed his mind, reminding him slightly of the oddity of that last statement. For the sake of Russia itself... Ravil never thought he would be saying that willingly. But now he was- now he was the president of the nation that had treated him as nothing more than a pawn...
His hand started to cramp, so he stopped writing for a moment, trying to quiet his mind, but to no obvious avail. Frustrated, he decided to ignore the pain in his hand and kept writing in the midst of it.
For Artem's sake...
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Dinastiya Tested // 3rd Book of the Takaryev Trilogy
Mystery / ThrillerHere's the third book of the Takaryev series. I'll be adding a detailed description later.
