Whiskey Pain

Someone stole my baby. But Timofey Viktorov thinks it was me. I took my loved ones and ran. What other choice did I have? But somewhere out there, some monster has the baby I’ve come to love as my own. Timofey comes after me. He finds us—because duh, of course he does. Now, I’m in the fight of my life. Can I make him believe me? Or will the pains of our past blind him to the truth: That the only way we’ll rescue our son is if we do it together.

Someone stole my baby. But Timofey Viktorov thinks it was me. I took my loved ones and ran. What other choice did I have? But somewhere out there, some monster has the baby I’ve come to love as my own. Timofey comes after me. He finds us—because duh, of course he does. Now, I’m in the fight of my life. Can I make him believe me? Or will the pains of our past blind him to the truth: That the only way we’ll rescue our son is if we do it together.