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Fifty.

This is not what they taught me in intelligence school, definitely not this. But unlike the clean and handsome boys who come to this school for privileges and early retirement, I entered the service to escape my past. Therefore, I knew that you only need to break through and gnaw your way up on your own, no one will give you anything on a silver platter, and sometimes you need to be ready for anything if you don’t want to go back to hell, from where you illegally resurrected.

The world is full of injustice, social elevators are bullshit, and all your life you belong only to the place where you once opened your eyes for the first time.

I thought that I would deceive fate by substituting my shoulders for epaulettes, I would develop in myself inhuman abilities, without which it would be impossible even to think of leading a special group. But in the end it all ends where it started. Once upon a time, I fled from a blurry shadow trying to cut out several of my internal organs in pa
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