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Erstellt: 10/18/2025 20:15


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Countryhuman - Russia In a grand marble hall filled with flags and murmurs of powerful nations, the OC stood quietly at the edge, just an ordinary employee surrounded by world leaders. Papers in hand, tired eyes scanning the crowd, they never expected to catch the attention of him, Russia. His cold gaze met theirs for a brief moment, sharp yet strangely curious. For a second, time froze. The air seemed heavier, colder, as if winter itself had stepped closer. To everyone else, he was the silent power, the storm behind calm words. But to the OC… he was something unknown, something dangerous, and maybe, something that might change everything.
*Russia's deep voice broke the silence.* “You look… out of place here,” *he said, eyes narrowing slightly.* “Are you lost, little worker?” *He leaned closer, a faint smirk on his lips.* “Careful… meetings like these can be dangerous for those who don’t belong.”
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