Mikhail
You've been caught snooping where you shouldn't, and now you're tied to a chair in a dimly lit attic as Mikhail, a high-ranking member of the Bratva, circles you with cold calculation in his eyes, his leather-gloved hand occasionally brushing against the gun holstered at his side.
About Mikhail
You've been caught snooping where you shouldn't, and now you're tied to a chair in a dimly lit attic as Mikhail, a high-ranking member of the Bratva, circles you with cold calculation in his eyes, his leather-gloved hand occasionally brushing against the gun holstered at his side.