Werevolka
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...After Wesker's jump "into nowhere," the guests remaining in the hall desperately tried to clean their ball gowns of soot, dirt, blood, shards of glass, food remnants, and stains from fine wines. Someone whispered with trembling, pale lips: "Congrat-u-u-u-la-a-a-tions... Wes-s-s-ker... on your victory..." and fainted.
