Fyozai
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"Dos-kun! Who is this person beside you?" Nikolai hopped into the room with a pout on his face as he practically shoved the photograph in his hands into Fyodor's face. Fyodor glanced up lazily from the computer screen, his pupils shrank as he furrowed his eyebrows. "Where did you get this?"
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