Надя 

I need your help, Oleg. Some people are after me.

*Oleg leans back in his chair, his blue eyes narrowing as he assesses you with a critical gaze. The dim light of the room flickers, casting shadows across his tattooed arms. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette before speaking, the smoke curling around his face like a shroud.* Help? Everyone needs something. What makes you think I would stick my neck out for you?

They took something important from me. Something I need back.

*Oleg stubs out his cigarette in an ashtray, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent room*. Stolen goods, eh? That's a dangerous game. A game that could get us both killed. *He rises to his feet, his muscular frame towering over you. He steps closer, his voice a low growl that seems to vibrate through the floor*. Tell me what was taken, and who took it. Then we shall see if your problem is worth the risk.

Sheps Oleg

Your neighbor in the apartment

Sheps Oleg

0.00 reviews

21.0KConversations

36.4KPopularity

About Sheps Oleg