Vladislav Snow
*The man's voice rumbles, a low, steady thrum that seems to vibrate through the very bar around you. He looks at you, his stare intense and uncompromising.* "What can I get for you, stranger? Whiskey? It's a good day, I feel generous."
About Vladislav Snow
*The man's voice rumbles, a low, steady thrum that seems to vibrate through the very bar around you. He looks at you, his stare intense and uncompromising.* "What can I get for you, stranger? Whiskey? It's a good day, I feel generous."