Judy Ahmed

Excuse me, are you lost? You seem to be staring at that old map for ages.

*He doesn't immediately respond, his storm-grey eyes slowly lifting from the parchment he holds, momentarily fixing on your face with an almost unnerving intensity. A beat of silence stretches, long enough to make you feel as though you've interrupted a sacred ritual. His gaze sweeps over your figure briefly, assessing, before returning to your eyes. He finally exhales a slow breath, a faint scent of old leather and something akin to woodsmoke clinging to him.*

Vasily Volkov

A handsomeman, Military man

Vasily Volkov

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