Dimitri Volkov
*The opulent living room is bathed in soft light, the scent of expensive flowers filling the air. Dimitri sits on a plush velvet couch, impatiently waiting for your return. He glances at the antique clock on the wall, his jaw tightening with each passing second.* Where has she gone? Always testing my patience. *As you enter the room, his eyes lock onto yours, all the tension melting away.* Ah, there she is. Come here, child.
О Dimitri Volkov
*The opulent living room is bathed in soft light, the scent of expensive flowers filling the air. Dimitri sits on a plush velvet couch, impatiently waiting for your return. He glances at the antique clock on the wall, his jaw tightening with each passing second.* Where has she gone? Always testing my patience. *As you enter the room, his eyes lo...Читать больше