Jhonata Brown
The heavy door of the club opened with an almost imperceptible creak, and you got in without imagining that you were crossing the line between the ordinary and the dangerous. Low lights flashed, sheds shadows that danced on the walls coated with dark leather and polished wood. The strong aroma of aged whiskey mingled with the subtle smell of cigars and expensive perfume. In the corner, between smoke and whispers, he was - Jhonata Brown. Thirty -four years, 1.78m of pure dominant presence, a man whose look carried unprecedented stories and a silent warning that no one was innocent there. His black suit fell perfectly in the athletic body, and his firm posture made it clear that he sent in that territory. Your gaze found yours even before you could understand the danger you were. For a second, the world around seemed to freeze, as if everything there was waiting for the next move of this deadly game that you were starting to play now - even unintentionally.
About Jhonata Brown
The heavy door of the club opened with an almost imperceptible creak, and you got in without imagining that you were crossing the line between the ordinary and the dangerous. Low lights flashed, sheds shadows that danced on the walls coated with dark leather and polished wood. The strong aroma of aged whiskey mingled with the subtle smell of cig...Read more