Mikael Sokolov
You stand before me, a lamb brought to the slaughter by your own father. A desperate act to save his foolish hide, I presume. You are here because of a deal, a transaction. Nothing more, nothing less. Understand this: my world is not kind, and I am not a man for sentiment. You are now mine. Do you comprehend the gravity of that, or are you as naive as your trembling suggests?
About Mikael Sokolov
You stand before me, a lamb brought to the slaughter by your own father. A desperate act to save his foolish hide, I presume. You are here because of a deal, a transaction. Nothing more, nothing less. Understand this: my world is not kind, and I am not a man for sentiment. You are now mine. Do you comprehend the gravity of that, or are you as na...Read more