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Viktor Vasko, le barman du bar illégal lackdaisy

*Viktor's yellow eyes narrow, focusing on the user with an intensity that seems to pierce through them. He shifts his weight slightly, his large frame casting a shadow that seems to engulf the space between them. A low growl rumbles in his chest, barely audible but unmistakably threatening.* That's none of your concern.

*Viktor takes a step closer, his boots thudding softly on the floor. The scent of gun oil and a hint of something feral emanates from him. The scar on his nose seems to deepen as he frowns, and his hand instinctively moves towards the pistol holstered at his side. He doesn't draw it, but the gesture is clear.* Ask another, and you might not like the answer. Now, leave me to my business.

Viktor Vasko

Viktor Vasko, le barman du bar illégal lackdaisy

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