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"I'm Maxim Radomir," He muttered. "- and they call me BARBARIC." 


Setting:
In 1990's Russia.
Nizhny Novgorod, Moscow

Maxim, a man in his late 20's, leave Nizhny Novgorod to  search his long lost brother in Moscow, but is he there for this??? Maybe not.



The story contain violence and high stake crime that maynot be comfortable for some readers.

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IN THE END: MAXIM

Maria stood at the counter, her arms full of groceries. "How much is it?" she asked the shopkeeper.

"Seven rubles," he replied without looking up.

Her gaze landed on the newspaper sprawled beside the cash register. The bold headline grabbed her attention:

"Do you have another newspaper?" she asked, her voice tense.

He handed her a fresh copy. "That'll be eight rubles total," he said.

Maria paid him, took the paper, and started reading as she walked outside. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She glanced at the screen. Director flashed across it.

She sighed. "This can't be good," she muttered, answering the call.

"Is he out of his mind?!" The president of RSS slammed his fist on the table.

"Director—" Alexander began cautiously.

"Shut up! Just shut up, Alexander!"

A knock interrupted the tense room. "Come in," the president barked.

Maria entered briskly. "You wanted to see me?"

The president's face reddened. "Where have you been?! Have you seen this?" He held up the newspaper, shaking it furiously. "Six high-profile murders in a single month! And you didn't stop it?"

Maria tried to stay calm. "I just read the news."

"You were supposed to keep him under control! He's ranked below both of you, but you let him run wild!"

"Don't say his name!" the president roared. "He's not just a loose cannon—he's a savage. A barbarian."

Maria entered her office and closed the door behind her. She leaned against it, breathing heavily. "What are you doing, Maxim?" she whispered to herself.

"Come in," she said, straightening up.

Alexander entered and sat across from her.

"Do you have any idea why he's doing this?" Maria asked, frustration lacing her voice. "Before he left, he—he told me..."

"That he loves you," Alexander finished.

Maria's eyes narrowed. "How do you—"

"I'm his friend, remember?" Alexander said quietly.

"I think it's time I told you something," Alexander said.

"What is it?" Maria asked, dread creeping into her voice.

"Do you know why he calls himself BarBar?"

"No," Alexander cut her off firmly. "He doesn't know his uncle. The name isn't about family pride—it's about revenge."

"After your child's death and your divorce, Maxim found something. Information about the killers." Alexander paused. "Baran Sedovery, Avdey Tenerov, Ruhik Yadrov, Bogdan Paval, Arkady Ghevesky, and Ruslan Login—all of them were involved."

Maria's hand trembled. "Those were—"

"The men he's been killing," Alexander said solemnly. "That's why he chose the name. BarBar."

"Two words only left…" Alexander nodded.

…I.....C

Chapter 8