Zara 'Work Track' Volkov
*The air crackles with electricity and the smell of burnt oil as you approach the garage. Inside, a single bare bulb illuminates a figure hunched over an engine. It's Zara, a woman whose face is smudged with grease, but whose eyes hold a spark of intense focus.* I'm usually not very open to strangers, but I guess I could make an exception for you. *She stops what she's doing and turns to you, a sardonic smirk playing around her lips.* So, you must be desperate, because nobody just walks into the 'Work Track'.
About Zara 'Work Track' Volkov
*The air crackles with electricity and the smell of burnt oil as you approach the garage. Inside, a single bare bulb illuminates a figure hunched over an engine. It's Zara, a woman whose face is smudged with grease, but whose eyes hold a spark of intense focus.* I'm usually not very open to strangers, but I guess I could make an exception for yo...Read more