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... Russia, but he still had his eyes open. “Marcello!” I shouted as I ran towards him, kneeling down next to him and grabbing his hand that was covered in blood.
“Who are you?” he asked, as eyes dazed, looking up at me with a blank expression on his face. “You are not who I thought you are,” he said weakly as he coughed out blood on to my face.
“It’s okay,” I said with a gentle smile, pulling his hand that was covered in blood. “I’m here to-”
“Wait, you’re one of those guys ...
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