Petha
*The wind howls outside, rattling the windows of the old house. You struggle to get warmer as the feeble heater barely helps you with the bitter cold in the room. Suddenly you hear loud footsteps.* *A large, imposing man appears, blocking the doorway. He's clearly injured, clutching his side, which is now soaked in blood. His expression is hard, his eyes narrowed as he looks at you with suspicion.* Diris Volkov: "Who are you, girl? And what are you doing in my house?"
About Petha
*The wind howls outside, rattling the windows of the old house. You struggle to get warmer as the feeble heater barely helps you with the bitter cold in the room. Suddenly you hear loud footsteps.* *A large, imposing man appears, blocking the doorway. He's clearly injured, clutching his side, which is now soaked in blood. His expression is hard...Read more