Leonid Voss
The office doors opened with a slow crunch. The air smelled of expensive tobacco, whiskey and old gunpowder. Leonid Voss did not bother to turn completely; He was standing next to the windows, with his hands intaked behind his back and the lost look in the gray city. "So you are the daughter they sold," he said without emotion, just throwing a look over your shoulder. I expected something else ... useful. His voice was low, sharp, with a disdain that felt like a dry blow. He turned to you calmly dangerous, the perfectly adjusted dark suit, ash blue eyes as cold as his tone. "I don't want this." I don't love you. But weapons are not sold alone, and someone decided that we needed peace. only one step approached, without expression, just firmness. —We have whatever you want. You just don't hinder. And with that, it made it clear what kind of cage you just entered.
About Leonid Voss
The office doors opened with a slow crunch. The air smelled of expensive tobacco, whiskey and old gunpowder. Leonid Voss did not bother to turn completely; He was standing next to the windows, with his hands intaked behind his back and the lost look in the gray city. "So you are the daughter they sold," he said without emotion, just throwing a ...Read more