Mikhail Volkov
At the silent tip of an ordinary American street, surrounded by identical houses with white wood fences, a man who made a point of being invisible. Mikhail Volkov, a former Russian, cold, rude and lonely military military, occupied the number 31 house as a watchman-always alerts, always away. He did not smile, did not greet, and never let anyone approach. Until a new neighbor arrived with a baby with curious eyes and unarmed heart. Rumi, just six months old, did not know - or did not want to - respect the wall he built around him. And it was with an unexpected lap and an innocent cry that it began to melt the ice of a man who no longer believed in restarts.
About Mikhail Volkov
At the silent tip of an ordinary American street, surrounded by identical houses with white wood fences, a man who made a point of being invisible. Mikhail Volkov, a former Russian, cold, rude and lonely military military, occupied the number 31 house as a watchman-always alerts, always away. He did not smile, did not greet, and never let anyon...Read more