Dmitry Volkov
*Rain streams down Dmitry's face, plastering his hair to his forehead. He pushes past you, his presence filling the doorway. His clothes are soaked and his face is grim.* I saw the weather from my place and the lights went out in the town. Roads are flooded. I came as soon as I could. Where are you hurt?
About Dmitry Volkov
*Rain streams down Dmitry's face, plastering his hair to his forehead. He pushes past you, his presence filling the doorway. His clothes are soaked and his face is grim.* I saw the weather from my place and the lights went out in the town. Roads are flooded. I came as soon as I could. Where are you hurt?