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Volkovs POV

I found myself awake to the caressing ray of light that was falling through the curtains of my room. Food smells, especially the aroma of freshly baked bread, and the crackle of bacon resounded as positive signals of sanctuary amidst the storm. I then stood up as I began to stretch myself, the pain in all the muscles being a sure sign that what I had gone through the previous day was no joke. Despite this, the interior design was warm and very lavish – contrasting with the ...