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... to the production area have been intercepted, Tar," Maxim murmured with a hint of unease, eyes fixed on Taras sitting at the head chair of the meeting room.
One of Taras’s close men spoke up. "Apparently, those trucks had enough legumes to feed our people for three days."
Taras sat there with his hands clasped on the table, staring straight ahead with a blank expression while a medic was stitching up his shoulder.
"I can’t believe they have the nerve to keep this filth g ...
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