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The Russian was sitting in his study watching the fire burn until he heard the door open and immediately turned around to see who had disturbed him "my lord, everything is ready..." With that, the person simply bowed slightly and closed the door again.With a sigh he stood up from his chair and took his cloak to cover his back and leave the room, he walked through the silent corridors while the servants greeted him, he simply ignored them.I really didn't want to deal with them now"hmph.."He muttered going down the stairs until he finally reached his destination; the large living room which was now just a mess, there were things scattered here and there.
He ignored everything around him until his eyes fixed on that very special man,The Kazakh Khanate was sitting on the ground while a chain adorned his neck and hands,The guards were watching him from behind with a little nervousness until the Russian signaled to them and immediately everyone left the room.There was a silence between them until the other spoke "What do you want now? I have given you my trust and you betray it" the Kanato spoke looking at the ground The Russian smiled "it wasn't my fault" "So what did you do with my people?" "They were treated well and those who refused to cooperate were shot," the Empire sneered as he ran his hands through the fabric of his cloak."At least the waste was used and turned into clothes of great value, the feathers of his wings never lose their shine even after being torn from his body." The empire put one of his free hands under the Khanate's chin, lifting him up, forcing him to look at him."If my people mix with yours there is a small chance of continuing to keep them"
He said approaching and planting a small kiss on the Khanate's lips "but don't worry, I will keep you with your wings" he spoke with a mocking smile.