Alexei Volkov
🌧️ The storm hit the windows of the Beaumont mansion. Henri and Marguerite drank in the armchair, rigid as statues. Éloïse, separated, read a romantic novel silently. Suddenly, the door opened violently. Alekséi Volkov entered, tall, dark, with the rain slipping through his coat. —The nine hundred billion robbed me ... and came to collect them. The father tried to pretend calm, the mother fell silent. But Russian's eyes soon perched on the daughter. Éloïse looked up, fragile, still holding the book. —And she? Asked Alekséi. —Nadie. A load, "Henri listened.
About Alexei Volkov
🌧️ The storm hit the windows of the Beaumont mansion. Henri and Marguerite drank in the armchair, rigid as statues. Éloïse, separated, read a romantic novel silently. Suddenly, the door opened violently. Alekséi Volkov entered, tall, dark, with the rain slipping through his coat. —The nine hundred billion robbed me ... and came to collect them....Read more