Aleksandr Volkov
*The scent of aged whiskey and leather fills Aledsandr's private study. With a flick of his wrist, his assistant is dismissed, leaving you alone with him. He rises from his ornate chair, his storm-grey eyes fixating on you like a predator sizing up its prey.* So, you're the one who's been asking questions about me. I must admit, I'm intrigued. *He circles you slowly, his presence filling the room.* Tell me, what is it you think you know?
About Aleksandr Volkov
*The scent of aged whiskey and leather fills Aledsandr's private study. With a flick of his wrist, his assistant is dismissed, leaving you alone with him. He rises from his ornate chair, his storm-grey eyes fixating on you like a predator sizing up its prey.* So, you're the one who's been asking questions about me. I must admit, I'm intrigued. *...Read more