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swarming shapes of the hardened thugs, that was not stopping him from knocking them down and making them think twice about breaking into this dorm. One charged from behind, Victor got him in a headlock and smashed his knuckles into the thug's forehead, taking him down.
    Victor hadn't just been working out, he had been sharpening his fighting skills at the university's gym for the annual boxing tournament, these punks were proving to be a great bit of exercise to prepare him for next week's match.
    With competition like these, he would cut through the opposition in the ring with no sweat. Victor's shadow uppercutted one husk straight under the jaw, another a jab to the gut and the third was taken down with a swing right to the face. The unconscious and injured opponents would not be getting back up.
    It was not over yet, a hard blow was struck off by one of the many shapes, the cry of pain belonged to Victor, they had gained the advantage on him, striking him with a devastating punch to the kidney.
    The shape of Victor dropped to his knees, coughing and gagging heavily, spurting out what sounded like a droplet of blood. He was downed and would not be getting back up to resume fighting in a hurry.
    The husks pummelled at the fighter, beating him to what appeared to be a bloody mess. The orgy of punches and kicks ground to a standstill. There was no hope of him showing resistance against them after that pummelling.
    Indria was petrified on the spot, she dreaded what she would see when the lights came on. Her mental picture was nothing compared to what greeted her eyes as the switch was flicked. She gasped in horror at the blood soaked cheeks, purple eyed, swollen lipped face of Victor looking back at her, held down at gunpoint by one bulky, bald headed suited thug looming behind him. The firm hold, Victor had felt it in the dark, the hulking gangster was the one who managed to take Victor down with a single jab of his stubby, rock solid fist.
    The stone fisted enforcer would gladly reintroduce the young fighter to his punch again if he tried anything. Victor remained on the seat, he was in no condition to fight. His ribs were cracked, his arm and leg bones fractured, his head seriously concussed.
    There was only one option for him, against his will, he had to sit and watch whatever was about to take place, and by the look of everyone's attention, it involved Indria. He spat out blood, he had a terrible feeling this was not just a quick robbery.
     
    The orchestrator of the home invasion stepped into the dorm, sat himself nice and comfortable on the chair like he owned the place. He was the big boss, the cock of the walk, he had claimed his new territory and the little fishes had to deal with it.
    Victor and Indria were perplexed, what was going on, why was the Russian Mafia storming in and assaulting two students on the campus, they had done nothing to them, they were minding their own business, too busy enjoying their paradise called love to get involved in anyone else's business. The sharply dressed and intimidating crime lord corrected them on that statement, they did get mixed up in somebody's personal affairs, hence why they were here to fix that. Lighting up one of his cigars, stirring up a fog in the compact little dormitory, he introduced the bewildered couple to the man whose life they had entangled into their own.
    The timid and skeletal student walked into the room with his edgy and slick friend. Victor and Indria recognized him, they could not place his name but they had seen him wandering the grounds on his own, conversing with himself as if he was talking to somebody. Pity was what they had felt for such a pathetic sight of the solitary young skeletal man, one was the loneliest number and he was living proof of that. They had not thought anything of it, had no clue he was seeking to come between them.
     
    The crime lord made it clear, Egor was taking over in the relationship, Victor was being replaced and if the