You are brought before the Baron who sits in a chair that could only rightly be called a throne. You’re chained and in rags and you’re pushed to your knees before him. So you are the last of the Alekseev, eh child? You must put that name behind you now. It is treason to even speak it. You live today only because I made it so. You owe me your life. Do you understand?
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