Who is she, after all? Not a member of the Party. Not even a Russian...What can she do, really, but watch the ginger-hai — Sana Krasikov, The Patriots
Who is she, after all? Not a member of the Party. Not even a Russian...What can she do, really, but watch the ginger-hai — Sana Krasikov, The Patriots
Who is she, after all? Not a member of the Party. Not even a Russian...What can she do, really, but watch the ginger-hai — Sana Krasikov, The Patriots
Who is she, after all? Not a member of the Party. Not even a Russian...What can she do, really, but watch the ginger-hai — Sana Krasikov, The Patriots
Who is she, after all? Not a member of the Party. Not even a Russian...What can she do, really, but watch the ginger-hai — Sana Krasikov, The Patriots
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Who is she, after all? Not a member of the Party. Not even a Russian...What can she do, really, but watch the ginger-haired sacrificial lamb get slaughtered? One wrong move and Florence herself might be on the chopping block herself

— Sana Krasikov, The Patriots
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