Maks flies like a pro, but he rarely speaks, rarely explains. You can tell he’s fed up with having to communicate—he’s exhausted, truly exhausted. The war has worn him down, he’s a shadow of himself.
Maks flies like a pro, but he rarely speaks, rarely explains. You can tell he’s fed up with having to communicate—he’s exhausted, truly exhausted. The war has worn him down, he’s a shadow of himself.
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