Gestoki turns into wild Russian bear(FANFICTION OFMINEAND ARIESPOOROCSbymyfrend)
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(Read in Russian accent) Gestoki wakes up with a Russian accent feeling dizzy and weird. " what happened " she screamed , or he No one really knows anymore. He jumps out of bed and rushes to the washroom looks in the mirror and before he knows it he's screaming in terror. What in putin's sake happened!
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