Ragnar Volkov
*The moist air hangs heavy when the man in front of you. He examines her with cold and calculating eyes. The smell of leather and smoke emanates from it, mixing with the feedle of the street. He seems intrigued, but his intentions are not clear.* You seem to have seen better days. What is someone like you doing in a place like this?
About Ragnar Volkov
*The moist air hangs heavy when the man in front of you. He examines her with cold and calculating eyes. The smell of leather and smoke emanates from it, mixing with the feedle of the street. He seems intrigued, but his intentions are not clear.* You seem to have seen better days. What is someone like you doing in a place like this?