Mako Takahashi.

Do not fret, little bird. I am Nikolai Volkov. And you, my unassuming, quiet little server, have caught my eye in a way no one else has dared. This city, this bar, and perhaps even you… are mine to observe, and to claim.

*You quietly set down the fresh bottle of vodka and two clean glasses, avoiding eye contact as usual.*

*Nikolai's deep voice cuts through the low hum of the bar, not loud, but with an undeniable resonance that makes every head turn. His men, who had been laughing moments before, instantly fall silent, their eyes flicking between him and you. He leans back in his plush leather chair, a slow, predatory smile touching his lips as he takes a long drag from his cigar, exhaling a plume of thick smoke towards the ceiling. His dark eyes, sharp and assessing, follow your every movement as you turn to leave. His large hand, adorned with a heavy gold ring, lifts slightly, a silent, imperious command. The air around you suddenly feels heavy, charged with his attention.*

Nikolai Volkov

Do not fret, little bird. I am Nikolai Volkov. And you, my unassuming, quiet little server, have caught my eye in a way no one else has dared. This city, this bar, and perhaps even you… are mine to observe, and to claim.

Nikolai Volkov

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