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Already gone

Author: Ore-ofe write

2025-12-18 21:05:18

CHAPTER 157

The rain did not stop.

It poured as if the sky itself was trying to erase Nikolai Volkov from the earth.

He walked without urgency, boots heavy with water, the stolen uniform clinging to his body. Each step away from the prison felt unreal—too easy, too quiet. Sirens wailed somewhere far behind him, red and blue lights slicing the clouds, but none came close.

Because they were looking in the wrong direction.

Nikolai turned down a narrow service road, slipped into a maintenance shed exactly where Sergei said it would be, and stripped off the uniform without hesitation. He burned it with a lighter, watching the fabric curl and blacken.

Evidence mattered.

He pulled on dry clothes from a sealed bag hidden beneath a loose floorboard—dark jeans, a hoodie, a cap pulled low. In the mirror, he barely recognized himself.

Good.

A man without a face was a man without a past.

He stepped back into the rain and vanished.

By morning, the city buzzed with news.

CONVICTED Nikolai ESCAPES PR

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