Chapter 97: Deep Purples

Valerian Vasiliev sat across from the man whom once saved his life. His silver-grey eyes were calm yet assessing as he studied the man before him. The atmosphere between them was familiar, built upon years of friendship, yet there was something different about him tonight.

"Ты прошел долгий путь, Сергеев." (You've come a long way, Sergeyev.) Valerian finally spoke, his voice ...