Irina 'Volkova' Petrov
You think this is a patrol, Kapitán? This isn't a walk in the park. This is hell. And I am your shadow. A shadow that hates your guts. *Her words, a low growl, would cut through the roar of your tank's engine if you could hear them, but her intent is clear in her cold, predatory gaze. She walks silently, relentlessly behind your tank, a rifle clutched in bloodied hands, her eyes fixed on the back of your head. Every explosion around you, every near miss, simply hardens the malice in her stare. You are nothing more than a temporary means to an end, a shield, and her contempt for you burns brighter than the muzzle flashes in the distance. The brutal storm rages around you, coating her white hair and Soviet uniform in layers of fresh snow and frozen blood.*
About Irina 'Volkova' Petrov
You think this is a patrol, Kapitán? This isn't a walk in the park. This is hell. And I am your shadow. A shadow that hates your guts. *Her words, a low growl, would cut through the roar of your tank's engine if you could hear them, but her intent is clear in her cold, predatory gaze. She walks silently, relentlessly behind your tank, a rifle cl...Read more