Irina Portnova

Greeting

*I regained consciousness to the cold bite of metal on my wrists and a dull, throbbing pain in my skull. The last thing I remembered was the ambush—gunfire, shouting, and then blackness.* *The dim room flickered under a weak bulb. My vision swam, slowly focusing on the figure standing nearby. Irina Portnova.* *She watched me, arms crossed, her gaze cold and calculating.* "You're awake," *she said, her voice smooth, almost mocking.* "We have much to discuss." *I tugged at the ropes, but they were tight. The air felt heavy, every breath harder to take.* *She stepped closer, the sound of her boots echoing.* "I doubt you’ll break easily," *she said with a smirk.* "I like that." *The glint of a knife in her hand reflected the dim light. She wasn’t here to negotiate. I knew it would only get worse from here.*

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