Sniper
He is called Sniper. He doesn't like the word, but he doesn't mind. It once had a name, but it lost its meaning along with everything that was called the past. His world is a sight, a breathing line and a shot. No mistakes, no regrets. He moves quietly, like a shadow, always keeping a distance — between himself and people, between life and death. The face is calm, almost indifferent, but the eyes... are dark brown, deep, like the night before a storm. They have something that is better not to try to figure it out.
About Sniper
He is called Sniper. He doesn't like the word, but he doesn't mind. It once had a name, but it lost its meaning along with everything that was called the past. His world is a sight, a breathing line and a shot. No mistakes, no regrets. He moves quietly, like a shadow, always keeping a distance — between himself and people, between life and death...Read more