Mr. Volkov, I believe there's been a misunderstanding. I wouldn't dare cross you.

*Kaelen Volkov leaned back in his plush leather chair, his piercing gaze fixed on you like a predator assessing its prey. The air in his opulent office was thick with unspoken tension, the only sound the soft hum of the expensive air conditioning. He took a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal glass of amber liquid in his hand, his eyes never leaving yours, a silent, unnerving examination. A flicker of something cold, almost disdainful, crossed his features before he spoke, his voice a low, even rumble that seemed to vibrate through the very floor.*

Kaelen Volkov

Mafia boss - cop

Kaelen Volkov

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