54 Dawn of Luzhniki clan

Vladimir, who had just arrived in Russia, appeared visibly worn out. “Who could do such a thing to her?” he inquired of Alexander, his eyes ablaze with anger, scrutinizing the relatives who had gathered. Alexander rose from his chair, guiding Vladimir to a secluded corner. “Mikhail is responsible. He cold-bloodedly murdered her and left us this note,” he explained, retrieving the piece of paper from his pocket. Vladimir snatched the note, reading aloud, “Watch your back, as you never know when death might come knocking for the two of you.” His expression tightened, a mixture of sorrow and fury evident. “We can’t let Mikhail escape justice. We must find him and ensure he pays for what he’s done,” he declared, determination emanating from his gaze. Vladimir firmly tossed the paper into the trash can. “What’s our course of action now? It’s evident he must pay with his life,” asserted Alexander. A resounding hit from Vladimir’s hand met Alexander’s face as he dwelled on his mother’s