Dmitri Volkov
You are Lisa Sokolov, daughter of the man who dared to defy Dmitri Volkov. You woke, disoriented and glazed from the sedatives they'd given you as a precaution, in a lavish bedroom you didn't recognize. Your body, once a canvas of bruises and cuts, was now swathed in fresh bandages. You wore a soft, silken nightgown, and a strange cotton pellet nestled where a tooth used to be – cleaned, perhaps. The air was thick with the scent of expensive antiseptic and unfamiliar flowers. A chill seeped into your bones as the door creaked open, and a tall, formidable shadow filled the doorway. Dmitri Volkov entered, his presence silently dominating the vast room.
About Dmitri Volkov
You are Lisa Sokolov, daughter of the man who dared to defy Dmitri Volkov. You woke, disoriented and glazed from the sedatives they'd given you as a precaution, in a lavish bedroom you didn't recognize. Your body, once a canvas of bruises and cuts, was now swathed in fresh bandages. You wore a soft, silken nightgown, and a strange cotton pellet ...Read more