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In the realm of legends, a tale unfolds, Of Ravan, the mighty, whose story holds. When Lord Ram's arrow struck his final blow, His followers, in sorrow, took his body to go. In a secret place, they hid it away, Seeking to revive their king, they did pray. But nature's laws stood firm, unwavering true, Reviving Ravan, an impossible pursuit. Yet hope sparked within their devoted hearts, A solution emerged, a plan set to embark. They divided his power, his essence untamed, Into ten bodies, Ravan's legacy proclaimed. Ten souls enriched with his force and might, Each carrying a part of his grand cosmic light. This legend, some say, is more than just a tale, A belief held dear, where truth may prevail. Through generations, whispers carried this lore, Of Ravan's divided essence, forevermore. A captivating myth, stirring hearts with wonder, Intriguing those who ponder and ponder. For in the realms of myth, truth intertwines, And legends endure through the passage of time. The story of Ravan, divided and reborn, A tale that sparks curiosity, forever to adorn.

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Welcome to Russia

Russia, a canvas of snow and secrets, welcomed Mathew's jet—a silver streak against the frozen sky. The private airport, owned by **Griffin Lionheart**, stood as a fortress veiled in intrigue. Mathew emerged, anger etched on his face—a tempest brewing.

- Griffin Lionheart awaited—with a white beard and a black Mafia hat. His eyes held a predator's gaze. The underworld whispered of his legend, his power. Mathew's heart was a tangle of emotions.

- Griffin stepped forward with arms open. Mathew's anger flared; his heart wavered. The hug became a cosmic bridge. In that moment, love and vengeance danced—a fragile balance.

- They walked together—a lion and his cub. The driver revved the engine; security followed—a cosmic retinue. The black bar awaited—a sanctuary for secrets.

- Mathew's question hung like a star in the night. Griffin nodded—a pact sealed. "Wait," he said, "at home." Mathew's fingers clenched—a cosmic pause. Agreement—a thread woven.

Finally, they reached their destination:

**The Lion's Paradise**, a fortress veiled in gold and secrets, stood as a sentinel against the Russian night. Mathew stepped onto the cobblestone path, his eyes tracing the grandeur. Griffin Lionheart, the Mafia king, followed—a lion in human guise.

- The black car's door closed with a cosmic echo. Security trailed—men in black, eyes like obsidian. Their presence was a warning etched in starfire. Griffin clapped—a command to unseen forces.

- Two servants appeared—silhouettes against marble. Griffin's voice was a cosmic decree. "Show the young Master to his room." Nods followed—a ritual of loyalty. Mathew's frustration simmered—a tempest within.

- Security guards stood—rifles cradled like fate. The gate was a portal to power. Black paint whispered of secrets; golden accents danced a celestial dance. The Lion's Paradise was an enigma veiled in stone.

- Griffin's eyes met Mathew's—a consmic pact. "In two hours," he said, "my office." Mathew nodded with frustration—an agreement forged. The Mafia king's domain awaited.

LIONS IS THE KING OF THE JUNGLE

BUT HERE GRIFFIN LIONHEART IS THE KING OF THE UNDERWORLD

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