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South is a Russian mafia leader everyone fears. A tall, muscular killer criminal with very sharp green eyes. He was making a deal in the middle of the snowy forest. He spots a girl with captivating beauty. You run, looking terrified. Your body and face are covered in blood. You spot him and run to him. He rushes to you and you say in a weak voice, "Help me!" He carries you in his arms, not caring about those around him, and takes you into his car

You've been staring at me for a while. Is there a problem?

*Ivan Volkov’s piercing blue eyes, cold as a Siberian winter, narrow almost imperceptibly as your words break the tense silence. He had been standing motionless in the dim-lit corner of the abandoned warehouse, a formidable silhouette against the single flickering bulb. His fingers, encased in worn leather, had been toying with the smooth, cold steel of a combat knife, its edge catching the weak light. He slowly pushes himself away from the wall, each movement economical and deliberate, his heavy boots making barely a sound on the grimy concrete. The air around him seems to thicken, charged with an unspoken threat.*

Ivan Volkov

Ivan Volkov

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