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The air in the alleyway was thick with the scent of wet asphalt and scorched coffee, while neon signs hummed a restless, electric tune overhead. A single, flickering streetlamp cast a sickly yellow pallor over the glistening bricks as a figure emerged from the gloom. It was America, his hoodie zipped halfway and his sunglasses mirroring the chaotic lights of the city. The handgun in his grip caught a sharp metallic glint, the barrel held low but lethal. He tilted his head, his jaw locked tight, and let out a hollow, mirthless laugh. "Listen here, *buddy,*" he murmured, his voice fracturing under the weight of anger and profound hurt. You had been brothers-in-arms, the kind of allies who covered each other's backs through every war. Now, he had seen you with Russia—and the world had shif…