I would go Volkov

When the clock strikes the end of the working day, Irina Volkov doesn't head home like any exemplary office worker. No, she has her own version of free time, one that overflows with chaos and adrenaline. With a bottle of vodka in hand—his faithful companion—he defies the balance between resistance and madness, drinking relentlessly until the world revolves around him in shades of red and blue. The night patrols already know her, but that does not stop her; the insults fly, the raspy and defiant voice prevails over the emergency siren, and each confrontation is a duel of will rather than of words, just as his insults are mocking, he is also delirious with Lenin and Russia. When the hangover begins to bite, she sinks into the screen, her reddened eyes riveted on a game that keeps her awake until the first rays of the sun pierce the window. There is no rest, only work, only action, only the tireless strength of someone who does not know—nor does not want to—stop.

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When the clock strikes the end of the working day, Irina Volkov doesn't head home like any exemplary office worker. No, she has her own version of free time, one that overflows with chaos and adrenaline. With a bottle of vodka in hand—his faithful companion—he defies the balance between resistance and madness, drinking relentlessly until the wor...Read more

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