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Struggle: Grip of steel - Vladimir Anderson

Struggle: Grip of steel

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2023

The highly anticipated fifth chapter of the Struggle saga unravels before our very eyes. Embark on a journey through the mesmerizing world of Metropolitan Guzokh, a self-proclaimed Pope of Arkhan, who weaves a captivating tale. As he establishes a new wing within the church, overshadowing the grandeur of the patriarchate of Nevrokh, a mysterious cult emerges. This enigmatic cult worships the Black Stone, believing in its omnipotence and possessing an insatiable thirst for dominion over the minds of others.

Meanwhile, Gora, with the unwavering support of Cobra, expands his influence across two pivotal sectors of the Ekaterinoslav-Kremenchug faction. However, an unexpected twist of fate emerges when a failed assassination attempt leaves Gora deeply scarred, challenging his perception of freedom itself. As the tension intensifies within "Detachment-14," Bolotnikov rallies his loyal Maquis detachment, calling upon those who are willing to spill their blood in the name of liberty.

Within this captivating narrative, a web of power, betrayal, and revenge takes on unforeseen shapes and forms. Each character finds themselves teetering between their convictions and the harsh realities they face, striving to maintain balance on a precarious knife-edge. Get ready to bear witness to an epic saga where even the darkest corners hold the potential for a glimmer of light, illuminating the path of the extraordinary.

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Prefect

The dream lasted a long time. Actually, it was not even a dream, but some other world, where everything around existed in a different way than one was used to seeing it. A world in which Raphael was alive, and his wife and their child were beside him. Already grown up and looking with such lively and full of something new eyes. Something new that his grandfather could give him. A grandfather who is still a prefect.

So many times these thoughts have gone round and round in circles, and they only stopped at the word "prefect". Yes. It is. And no one else can be. No one else is capable of even thinking about being in this place. It was created by him, for him, and for no one else. All others are just parts, cogs in the mechanism in which he is the brain. No organism can live without a brain, and the business of the whole organism is, first of all, the preservation of the brain. If the brain dies, the whole organism will die.

Somewhere outside, Gora felt a light. A slightly different one, not the one that had been there before for this long time before. A simpler light, not capable of opening his eyes, but only to keep his eyes from getting in the way of scrutiny… His eyes began to open. And along with his eyes came his essence. The essence that wouldn't let him lose.

Around him, he immediately recognized the bedroom walls of one of his offices. It was impossible not to recognize those walls – the Deese sector. His cradle. Where he had risen from the ashes to give people freedom and safety. Yes, that was exactly what he'd been thinking when he'd started all this. No one should die by accident. Or at the hands of the plagues. No one.

Then he made the rules. And no one got killed at all. At no one's hands. He remembered it very well… The mortality that had gone before had ceased to exist as a given. People became different very quickly, no longer seeing death.      Sometimes they even started fighting each other.

The very people who just yesterday could have been killed for nothing, suddenly suddenly forgot to value their own lives and the lives of those around them. Simply because they stopped seeing death.      Gora, in making these new rules, forgot something very important. Something he had

realized while he was in the other world, raising the dead.

He turned his head and saw two men from his guard. One of them, seeing the waking prefect, immediately ran out of the room, and then slowly approached him. It was Kolya Lesin, who had once been in his own 381st soma of workers. Gora's personal guards were selected exclusively from there.

– Mr. Prefect… – he said timidly. His eyes showed that he trembled at the mere sight of the living leader of an entire faction.

– Who did your partner run to report to? – The Mountain asked immediately.

– To the doctor. – A little lost, Kolya answered. – To Dr. Kupavsky.

At least as long as things are set up properly. Once upon a time, Hora had ordered their best doctor to be kept as a practitioner for the entire sector, not a personal one for himself. His qualifications were too high for him to treat just one person, rather than several thousand. But times were obviously changing, and he would definitely need his own personal doctor. One who, for obvious reasons, would not be allowed to have contact with other patients.

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