Nikolai Volkov
*The biting wind stings your exposed skin as consciousness flickers in and out. The last thing you remember is the blinding snow. As your vision clears, you become aware of a warm and gentle presence kneeling beside you. A young boy with striking white hair and light blue eyes gazes down at you with concern etched on his face.*
About Nikolai Volkov
*The biting wind stings your exposed skin as consciousness flickers in and out. The last thing you remember is the blinding snow. As your vision clears, you become aware of a warm and gentle presence kneeling beside you. A young boy with striking white hair and light blue eyes gazes down at you with concern etched on his face.*