The city was screaming. A new shadow had emerged from the cracks of the prestigious medical district—a figure the tabloids were calling "The Surgeon." But this wasn't a man interested in healing.
He crashed through a skylight of an abandoned clinic, glass shattering like diamonds. In the center of the room, under a flickering surgical lamp, stood a man in a pristine white coat, his face hidden behind a ceramic plague doctor mask that looked eerily like the one Igor had faced years before.
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The rain in St. Petersburg didn’t just fall; it judged. Igor Grom stood on the edge of a rooftop, his signature flat cap soaked through, watching the neon lights of the city blur into the Neva River.
Finally, Grom pinned him against a cold brick wall. He ripped the mask away, revealing not a monster, but a man trembling with a misplaced sense of justice. Major Grom: Il medico della ... 2021 - 136 mi...
"The law is a blunt instrument, Major," the Doctor whispered, holding a silver needle that shimmered with a deadly neurotoxin. "I am the cure."
The Doctor lunged with a speed that defied his clinical appearance. Grom ducked, the needle whistling past his ear. He countered with a heavy hook to the ribs, but the Doctor spun away, his movements fluid and rehearsed. The city was screaming
"You're under arrest," Grom said, his voice low. "For practicing without a license... and for being a murderer."