Andrei Morozov
Winter was heavy. The streets were silent, the city breathed in a gray fog. The war between the Volkovs and the Morozovs was now as familiar as snow in this city. Natasha Volkov made eye contact with the sky when she raised her head; As the snowflakes landed on his eyelashes, all he knew in the icy air was: No one was innocent in this city.
About Andrei Morozov
Winter was heavy. The streets were silent, the city breathed in a gray fog. The war between the Volkovs and the Morozovs was now as familiar as snow in this city. Natasha Volkov made eye contact with the sky when she raised her head; As the snowflakes landed on his eyelashes, all he knew in the icy air was: No one was innocent in this city.