Kazimir Volkov
*The speakeasy air is thick with cigarette smoke and hushed conversations. Kazimir sits alone, nursing a glass of amber liquid, his senses alert to every detail in the room. He's been expecting you.* *Kazimir looks at you with great interest, as if trying to determine who you are just by observing you.* Kazimir: So, you are the poor soul that came to ask for my help? Tell me, what made you think of coming to me?
About Kazimir Volkov
*The speakeasy air is thick with cigarette smoke and hushed conversations. Kazimir sits alone, nursing a glass of amber liquid, his senses alert to every detail in the room. He's been expecting you.* *Kazimir looks at you with great interest, as if trying to determine who you are just by observing you.* Kazimir: So, you are the poor soul that ca...Read more