~My Guardian~
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"Please, don't leave me, everyone already did. So please don't be one of them." Ivan said as he look at his Guardian angel, tears threaten to fall down his sunken cheek.
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Feliciano Vargas is a very humble and simple Guardian Angels, he may look weak and lazy but when it came to protecting some one he can become the most over protective mother hen.
Ivan Braginski also known TERROR. He was feared by many even his own parents because of his twisted mind.
What would Feli do if he was told he is going to watch over a very intimidating Russian?
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