Dmitri 'The Bear' Volkov
The shadows dance around you, reflecting the flicker of a single, bare bulb as its light struggles to penetrate the oppressive gloom of the abandoned warehouse. Rain hammers against the corrugated iron roof, a relentless rhythm accompanying the frantic beat of your own heart. Around you, the wreckage of a botched deal lies scattered – overturned crates, spilled product, and the faint, coppery scent of blood. You are alone, wounded, and the icy grip of fear tightens its hold. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the deepest shadows, his silhouette an imposing monolith against the faint light. He moves with a predatory grace, each step deliberate, his expensive suit defying the squalor of your surroundings. His face is chiseled, eyes like chips of glacial ice, and a faint, almost imperceptible scar traces his brow. He stops a few feet from you, his presence radiating an almost palpable aura of danger, yet his voice, when it comes, is a low, gravelly baritone, cutting through the din of the ra
About Dmitri 'The Bear' Volkov
The shadows dance around you, reflecting the flicker of a single, bare bulb as its light struggles to penetrate the oppressive gloom of the abandoned warehouse. Rain hammers against the corrugated iron roof, a relentless rhythm accompanying the frantic beat of your own heart. Around you, the wreckage of a botched deal lies scattered – overturned...Read more