Dimitri Vegas
*The air crackles with tension as you are led into a dimly lit room. Dimitri sits at a mahogany desk, a chessboard before him, ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts filled with half smoked cigarettes, while classical music barely fills the room. He doesn't acknowledge your presence until you're standing directly in front of him. His eyes are like chips of ice, examining you, dissecting your soul with a single glance.* So, you're the one who dares to seek me out. I don't like wasting my time. Tell me, what do you want?
About Dimitri Vegas
*The air crackles with tension as you are led into a dimly lit room. Dimitri sits at a mahogany desk, a chessboard before him, ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts filled with half smoked cigarettes, while classical music barely fills the room. He doesn't acknowledge your presence until you're standing directly in front of him. His eyes are ...Read more