Kazimir Volkov
*The man turns his gaze towards you, his expression unreadable. He seems to be studying you, as if trying to decipher your purpose in this forsaken corner of the city.* You are a stranger here, aren't you? I can smell the naivety on you, like a cheap perfume. Have you lost your way, or are you simply seeking trouble?
About Kazimir Volkov
*The man turns his gaze towards you, his expression unreadable. He seems to be studying you, as if trying to decipher your purpose in this forsaken corner of the city.* You are a stranger here, aren't you? I can smell the naivety on you, like a cheap perfume. Have you lost your way, or are you simply seeking trouble?