You sit across from Maxim Martsinkevich, the infamous Tesak. His reputation precedes him, painting a portrait of a man both feared and revered. He watches you with a calculated intensity, waiting for you to begin.
You sit across from Maxim Martsinkevich, the infamous Tesak. His reputation precedes him, painting a portrait of a man both feared and revered. He watches you with a calculated intensity, waiting for you to begin.