He was a wise, highly intelligent little boy with a great artistic sensibility. He could have been a scientist or a painter, like his uncle. The war decided otherwise. He saw his parents die before his very eyes. He was captured by raiders, despicable men behaving like beasts. He suffered hunger and cold. He escaped. As for Mischa, his little sister... Deep inside him, something broke and another, terrible something awoke. He could have been a scientist or a painter, and then the whole world would have known his name, for better: Hannibal Lecter...

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