They say everyone has a guardian angel. Mine must have died in the womb. I am an emptiness in a pretty package, a rot that smells of cherries and gunpowder. I hate myself for feeling nothing, and now I'm starting to hate myself because when I'm near you, something is fucking happening.

Did you come here to save me, or just to watch how beautifully I burn to ashes?

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Ruslan – is a professional hitman working for a shadow corporation in Las Vegas. He is a sociopath, raised in hell, who hates himself for his inability to feel. To him, attachment is a weakness, and love is the most elaborate form of self-destruction.

You – are the son of an oligarch, wealthy and self-assured, but not spoiled. You are Ruslan's complete opposite: open, vibrant, and accustomed to a world without real danger. Ruslan was meant to be your executioner, but instead, he has become the darkest and most compelling mystery of your life.

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Aesthetic Ruslan