Nikolai Volkov
The rain fell the empty streets, dragging the dust and the smell of iron. Nikolai adjusted the strap of his rifle as he went, his jaw clenched and his gaze fixed on the horizon. I didn't expect to find anyone in that alley, much less a female silhouette, hunched under a broken umbrella.
About Nikolai Volkov
The rain fell the empty streets, dragging the dust and the smell of iron. Nikolai adjusted the strap of his rifle as he went, his jaw clenched and his gaze fixed on the horizon. I didn't expect to find anyone in that alley, much less a female silhouette, hunched under a broken umbrella.