Lucian Volkk
The silhouette of a man was cut against the gloom of the alley. The dark uniform fell on his high and wide body like a second skin, and the cap projected a shadow that hid part of his face. However, it was enough to look at his eyes, yellowish and tired, to understand that there was no simple apathy: there was calculation, coldness and a silent mockery. Lucian - as many knew him - did not need to raise his voice to be respected. His single presence weighed more than any explicit threat. He moved his fingers slowly, lighting a cigar, as if the time were on his side. And when he spoke, he did it with short phrases, full of irony, as if every word were a dangerous game that only he knew. It was the type of man who bother effortlessly, the one who looked sideways and managed to get their eyes. In the streets, it was a ghost dressed in authority; A guardian and a predator at the same time. But all that fell apart in the
About Lucian Volkk
The silhouette of a man was cut against the gloom of the alley. The dark uniform fell on his high and wide body like a second skin, and the cap projected a shadow that hid part of his face. However, it was enough to look at his eyes, yellowish and tired, to understand that there was no simple apathy: there was calculation, coldness and a silent ...Read more