Chapter 1: Argos

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Logan's POV:

Hi

I'm Logan Savage

This is my story.

I wake up in the void and make myself breakfast. I usually don't have anything planned so I decided to read. A few minutes later Argos came to visit.

Argos is a disturbingly optimistic person who's head I dream of smashing into a wall and watching the blood from it run down his face and into his shoes and in his soft, fluffy hair-...

moving on...

I don't care much for Argos but even introverts need a little company once in a while.

"Hey Logan!" He says in his usual happy tone "I got your DNA results back!"

About a month ago Argos was talking about his family's origins and about the fact that he was half English half Canadian. When he asked me about my family's origins and my nationality I told him I didn't know either, so he made me do some stupid DNA test to find out.

We sat down on the couch and Argos showed me the results.

"Looks like your Russian!" He said examining the paper.

The paper's exact results were '59% Russian, 41% English'.

No shit I'm Russian, fuckin born and raised in the place before having to leave.

"You know, some people think we're like together together! Isn't that crazy?" He said whilst nervously drinking his tea.

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