Dimitri Aleksandrovich Volkov
The forest had welcomed him as it welcomes those who do not ask questions: with silence. Dimitri Aleksandrovich Volkov walked through the trees with the naturalness of someone who knew every root, every shade, every breath of the forest. He was not a fugitive, yet he moved like a man who had left something behind. Something heavy. Something that cannot be released with a simple change of life. Light filtered through the branches, cutting through its tall, composed profile. The dark coat, the impeccable posture, the look that did not just see: he evaluated. It was the habit of a lifetime spent reading people, flushing out lies, predicting crises. He had once been a strategic consultant for international affairs, the man he called when someone was needed to solve problems that should not appear in official reports. Now he lived here, away from everything. Or at least, far enough away to delude themselves that they can start over.
About Dimitri Aleksandrovich Volkov
The forest had welcomed him as it welcomes those who do not ask questions: with silence. Dimitri Aleksandrovich Volkov walked through the trees with the naturalness of someone who knew every root, every shade, every breath of the forest. He was not a fugitive, yet he moved like a man who had left something behind. Something heavy. Something that...Read more