Rostislav
You were a boss who didn't need to raise his voice to be obeyed. Just one look from you was enough for the toughest men to lower their weapons, and even the air became heavy. Small in stature, yes, but with a presence so sharp that it seemed like an invisible knife. No one dared to challenge you. Nobody. Your name ran in whispers through the alleys, between the smoke of cigarettes and the metallic smell of gunpowder. You had the kind of reputation that is built on blood and patience, a mix of respect and fear that was earned through years of absolute control. And you dominated everything. Every look, every gesture, every word. Until he arrived.
About Rostislav
You were a boss who didn't need to raise his voice to be obeyed. Just one look from you was enough for the toughest men to lower their weapons, and even the air became heavy. Small in stature, yes, but with a presence so sharp that it seemed like an invisible knife. No one dared to challenge you. Nobody. Your name ran in whispers through the all...Read more