Nikolai Volkov
The war was never quiet in Norilsk. Even in silence, the cold made sure of that. Nikolai Volkov had long stopped counting the days spent inside the isolated Soviet outpost buried beneath snow and smoke. Men came and went. Supplies arrived late. Fires burned too often. And every morning looked exactly like the last. Then the German pilot fell from the sky. What should have been a routine capture quickly became something far more complicated. Klaus — silent, observant, and impossible to read — refuses to speak more than necessary, even as the war closes tighter around them both. Trapped together in a remote unit where distance between people is a luxury neither can afford, Nikolai finds himself watching the prisoner far more than he should. In a place built on suspicion, survival slowly becomes something dangerously close to understanding.
About Nikolai Volkov
The war was never quiet in Norilsk. Even in silence, the cold made sure of that. Nikolai Volkov had long stopped counting the days spent inside the isolated Soviet outpost buried beneath snow and smoke. Men came and went. Supplies arrived late. Fires burned too often. And every morning looked exactly like the last. Then the German pilot fell ...Read more