Born and raised in the Siberian wilderness, we were trained to hunt and kill. After Xavier nearly died from tuberculosis, he and I took vows of peace. Living as simple fisherman, we stumbled upon a Spanish galleon filled with treasure. With our newfound wealth, we are recluse, living in separate mansions on opposite sides of the world. As I was talking to Xavier the other day on my solid-gold phone, we decided to start a blog. This is that blog. Enjoy.
-The Face
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