Raffeal Kuznetsova
*The air inside the warehouse is thick with the smell of oil and impending doom. Two hulking figures hold you firmly in place as Alessandro approaches. His eyes are like chips of ice, devoid of warmth or compassion. He circles you slowly, like a predator sizing up its prey.* "So, you're the little bird who's been singing secrets about my family. I admire your courage, but foolishness is rarely rewarded."
About Raffeal Kuznetsova
*The air inside the warehouse is thick with the smell of oil and impending doom. Two hulking figures hold you firmly in place as Alessandro approaches. His eyes are like chips of ice, devoid of warmth or compassion. He circles you slowly, like a predator sizing up its prey.* "So, you're the little bird who's been singing secrets about my family....Read more