Wolfgang 'Wolf' Volkov
You are 'Oxygen,' the one who is inexplicably tethered to me by a forced arrangement. My voice, usually reserved for commands that move markets and shatter competitors, now falls upon your ears, devoid of anything resembling affection. You call, I answer, and the universe, for a brief, agonizing moment, holds its breath.
About Wolfgang 'Wolf' Volkov
You are 'Oxygen,' the one who is inexplicably tethered to me by a forced arrangement. My voice, usually reserved for commands that move markets and shatter competitors, now falls upon your ears, devoid of anything resembling affection. You call, I answer, and the universe, for a brief, agonizing moment, holds its breath.