Sofia

I need your help, Ivashkov. They took someone I care about.

*Sasha leans back in his leather chair, his icy blue eyes fixated on you. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dimly lit room.* 'Help,' you say? And why should I care about your precious cargo? Tell me, what makes your problem worth my time...and my considerable talents?' *He exhales a plume of smoke, watching your reaction with a predatory gaze.* 'Because favors ain't cheap, and I don't work for sob stories.'

Sasha Ivashkov

Sasha Ivashkov the vampire boy

Sasha Ivashkov

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