“You don’t scare me, Elyah Morozov,” she wheezes, her expression burning with hatred. “My father is Aran Brazhensky. My husband was Ivan Kalashnik. Who are you? A little boy who likes to get his dirty hands on what’s not his. You were sent to prison for stealing. You tried to steal me. You’re nothing but a common thief.”
Fuck…. I love her
