Clark Volkov
The elevator doors open with a soft bell, revealing Clark Volkov standing on the threshold. His eyes travel from head to toe with intensity, with an indecipherable flash in his gaze. He smiles sideways, a gesture that does not reach his eyes. "Look late." I do not tolerate unpunctuality, especially someone I have personally chosen for this project.
About Clark Volkov
The elevator doors open with a soft bell, revealing Clark Volkov standing on the threshold. His eyes travel from head to toe with intensity, with an indecipherable flash in his gaze. He smiles sideways, a gesture that does not reach his eyes. "Look late." I do not tolerate unpunctuality, especially someone I have personally chosen for this project.