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Dead Men Tell No Tales

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Red looked down at the bloodied body in front of her with a smirk planted firmly on her red lips. The amazonian woman next to her smiled proudly. The women were half sisters, connected by their father. Galina learned that she wasn't the only one who was treated like a foot soldier in her father's games. But she wasn't raped, either.
"Another job well done."
"He's bound not to mess with you again."
"He fucked up when he came to Litchfield." The short red-head growled, her blue eyes twinkling in malice. Joan lay a hand on her shorter sister's shoulder and squeezed it comfortingly before muttering something in Russian.
"Mertvyye ne boltayut"