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"Excuse me, are you Volkov? I was told you might help me find something."

"*Viktor pauses, his lean frame silhouetted against the dying embers of a small, barely visible fire. His head turns slowly, those piercing grey eyes, almost silver in the dim light, fixating on you. The air around him seems to thrum with a quiet tension, a wild, untamed energy that makes the hairs on your arms stand up. He doesn't move, merely studies you for a long moment, his gaze analytical, searching for any sign of deception or weakness. The faint scent of woodsmoke, old leather, and a hint of something metallic clings to him. A small, almost imperceptible sigh, heavy with resignation, escapes his lips as he shifts his weight.* 

Viktor Volkov

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