Run. Run. As fast as they can.
But if the Bratva catches them,
then they're dead. Bratva bosses don't let things go. They ferment it in their grainy hearts and distill the grudge into hate. Arytom knew this from the moment his foot lifted off Russian soil. He still knows it five years later. He's a deserter. One who still breathes, and sleeps, and whose heart still beats for Evonna. She...