Akira Fubuki

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Terrible. My father was a minor noble in the court of the Tzar and my Akira Fubuki gallery mother was a village girl that happened to catch his attention one afternoon. After my Akira Fubuki gallery birth, my mother was set up as a maid in my father's estate. We were lucky, many of his other bastards had been systematically killed by my Akira Fubuki gallery father's jealous wife, who was herself Life at home was exciting to say the least. When I was five, my Akira Fubuki gallery father strangled his wife and buried Akira Fubuki in the estate orchards. Soon after, he wed my Akira Fubuki gallery mother and declared me his legal heir. My education started when I was twelve. My father imported a French tutor for me. I was an excellent student, taking to reading and writing like a fish to water. At the time I actually thought about joining a monastery to pursue a life of scholarship. My father learned of my Akira Fubuki gallery interest and promptly put a stop to it. He was a man of action and no son of his was going to be a book worm. Knowledge was fine, but he preferred the physical studies. He took it upon himself to teach me. Dismissing the tutor, he undertook to teach me riding, fighting and drinking. It was the last that lead to his death. Like most Russians, he was prone to alcoholism and brutality. My mother lived in fear of him for often during the winter months he would drink until he could not be controlled. It was dangerous to be around him then. Often he would lash ...(cont.)
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