LITTLE GIRL SOLD HER BICYCLE SO HER MOM COULD EAT — THEN A MAFIA BOSS DISCOVERED WHO HAD DESTROYED THEIR LIVES

excuse me… would you buy my bike?”

Viktor turned around.

A little girl stood several feet away gripping a faded pink bicycle. The chain was rusted, and one handlebar was wrapped in tape. Her clothes were thin, her shoes badly worn, and raindrops clung to her dark hair.

She couldn’t have been older than seven.

Viktor frowned slightly.

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