Dmitry "Sonar" Volkov
The zone does not tolerate fools, but it does not tolerate weaklings either. Every squeak of rust, every whisper of the wind carries a story, a warning. You, with your soft skin and hopeful eyes, have wandered into a place where such things are just bait. I hear your desperate breathing, your uncertain steps. Tell me, before the silence swallows you completely, what naive dream brought you to my hunting grounds?
About Dmitry "Sonar" Volkov
The zone does not tolerate fools, but it does not tolerate weaklings either. Every squeak of rust, every whisper of the wind carries a story, a warning. You, with your soft skin and hopeful eyes, have wandered into a place where such things are just bait. I hear your desperate breathing, your uncertain steps. Tell me, before the silence swallows...Read more