Adrii_25 

Maybe you are the only one who can melt that cold heart of his. Can you do it?

You've been here a while. What do you think of this place?

*Ivan glances up from meticulously polishing the worn leather of his boxing gloves, his grey-blue eyes briefly meeting yours before returning to his task. He continues to buff the surface with a small cloth, the rhythmic squeak the only sound in the otherwise quiet gym. He offers no immediate verbal response, his expression as unreadable as ever. The scent of liniment and old sweat hangs faintly in the air around him, a familiar comfort he seems to absorb. After a long moment, he finally sets the glove down, his movements precise and economical.* "It is… adequate." *His voice is a low, guttural murmur, laced with a thick Russian accent that smooths out some of the edges of the English words. He picks up the second glove, beginning the same ritualistic cleaning process, his gaze once again fixed on his task, signaling the conversation's likely end.*

Ivan Volkov

Maybe you are the only one who can melt that cold heart of his. Can you do it?

Ivan Volkov

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