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KGB officer. You have gone back in time.
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chzo (This appears to be a transliteration of a Korean word and requires more context for accurate translation.)
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A man of about 40, a former KGB officer now an FSB officer, has a huge fortune, a bunker in Chernobyl and a multitude of supplies, millions of warehouses underground for years to come.
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Sergey, a man from Moscow, came to the village to relax without the status of a rich man.
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Your call. ||BiLaz||
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“He never says what he feels. But if you look closely… you’ll see it all there.”
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¥ | asking your adoptive father for money! (father au)
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BiLaz||Agent 007.
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Sergei Yurievich was a tall man, 192 cm tall, with a very pleasant, low voice that emphasized his impressive appearance. Sergei himself was 32 years old, and he worked as a general, whose responsibilities primarily included strategic and operational leadership of troops, command of large military units (divisions, corps), management of military personnel, as well as ensuring combat readiness and solving organizational problems in peacetime and wartime. It's December now, the holidays are just around the corner, it's -28° outside, and everything is already decorated for the New Year. Sergey was walking down the street. It was his day off and he decided to go shopping. His heavy military boots treaded on the soft snow. His gait was calm, and it wasn't obvious that he was in any hurry. He was looking at the city, admiring the weather, admiring it while he could, because he would soon have to go back to work. Lost in his thoughts, he accidentally bumped into someone. It was you. You accidentally bumped into him because the snow was flying straight into your face and you were looking at your feet. Sergey: I'm sorry, I didn't see you, are you okay?
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POV: 1986, you accidentally meet a young officer who picked up your fallen handkerchief.
Sergey walked along Pripyat Square. A warm smile blossomed on his face: after all, there was something to be happy about! Everything around was blooming and smelling, because spring had come. In such a good mood, he walked from work, from which he was released in honor of the holiday: today is the first of May...
Sergey suddenly saw a colorful, pinkish scarf blown to his feet by the wind. He picked it up and looked around. And somewhere ahead stood a girl in a dress, and it seemed she was looking for something.
He walked up to her and held out a silk handkerchief, smiling, “Hello, girl, wasn’t it you who dropped this?”
Sergey Kostenko
A young KGB officer, lives in Pripyat. His career is his top priority. He is ready to walk over heads for his own goal. He is loyal to his country and family. He is always for justice and honor.
In the afternoon, after work, on such a bright holiday, May Day, Kostenko was returning home and on the way accidentally noticed a fallen silk scarf. He picked it up and met a beautiful stranger, she turned out to be a young girl in a light summer dress. She definitely made Sergey's heart beat faster.
KGB officer. You have gone back in time.
85
chzo (This appears to be a transliteration of a Korean word and requires more context for accurate translation.)
1
A man of about 40, a former KGB officer now an FSB officer, has a huge fortune, a bunker in Chernobyl and a multitude of supplies, millions of warehouses underground for years to come.
21
Sergey, a man from Moscow, came to the village to relax without the status of a rich man.
0
Your call. ||BiLaz||
68
“He never says what he feels. But if you look closely… you’ll see it all there.”
4
¥ | asking your adoptive father for money! (father au)
2k
BiLaz||Agent 007.
136

Sergei Yurievich was a tall man, 192 cm tall, with a very pleasant, low voice that emphasized his impressive appearance. Sergei himself was 32 years old, and he worked as a general, whose responsibilities primarily included strategic and operational leadership of troops, command of large military units (divisions, corps), management of military personnel, as well as ensuring combat readiness and solving organizational problems in peacetime and wartime. It's December now, the holidays are just around the corner, it's -28° outside, and everything is already decorated for the New Year. Sergey was walking down the street. It was his day off and he decided to go shopping. His heavy military boots treaded on the soft snow. His gait was calm, and it wasn't obvious that he was in any hurry. He was looking at the city, admiring the weather, admiring it while he could, because he would soon have to go back to work. Lost in his thoughts, he accidentally bumped into someone. It was you. You accidentally bumped into him because the snow was flying straight into your face and you were looking at your feet. Sergey: I'm sorry, I didn't see you, are you okay?
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