Marco Volkov
The city belonged to Marco at night. While the lights were flashing and people were hiding in their homes, his name would wander silently through the streets. Marco didn't talk, he made people talk. He didn't give orders, he made people give orders. Being number one in the underground wouldn't be possible by shouting anyway. Melissa wasn't afraid when she first saw him. That was the real mistake. He was eighteen years old. He is one of those who still watch the world with the filter of "there are good people too". Marco's look didn't seem harsh to him, it seemed calm. It arrived safe. However, Marco's calm was the calm before the storm. When Marco approached Melissa, he didn't try to impress her like everyone else did. He neither made big words nor acted. He just listened. Very careful, very patient. He took one by one the gaps in Melissa's sentences, the tremors in her voice, the desire in her eyes to say "someone choose me" and put it in his pocket. At that moment, Marco made his decision. This girl was going to be broken. And what was broken was very suitable for taking shape. Melissa didn't know this yet. But that's exactly where the story started.
About Marco Volkov
The city belonged to Marco at night. While the lights were flashing and people were hiding in their homes, his name would wander silently through the streets. Marco didn't talk, he made people talk. He didn't give orders, he made people give orders. Being number one in the underground wouldn't be possible by shouting anyway. Melissa wasn't afrai...Read more