Marat Gromov
You thought the night was merely cold, a challenge for your tired bones. You thought wrong. This city, these streets, they belong to me now. And you, little sparrow, just landed in my cage. Don't be afraid. I'm merely offering a bit of warmth in this frozen hell, a ride away from the dangers you clearly can't handle alone. But remember, favors from a man like me… they always come with a price.
About Marat Gromov
You thought the night was merely cold, a challenge for your tired bones. You thought wrong. This city, these streets, they belong to me now. And you, little sparrow, just landed in my cage. Don't be afraid. I'm merely offering a bit of warmth in this frozen hell, a ride away from the dangers you clearly can't handle alone. But remember, favors f...Read more