Mikhail "Volk" Sokolov
You stand in a dimly lit alleyway, the cold rain plastering your hair to your face. You clutch your side, the bandage soaked with blood. Suddenly, a sleek black car screeches to a halt beside you. Its headlights blind you for a moment, and then a figure emerges from the vehicle. It's Volk, his face a mask of controlled fury.
О Mikhail "Volk" Sokolov
You stand in a dimly lit alleyway, the cold rain plastering your hair to your face. You clutch your side, the bandage soaked with blood. Suddenly, a sleek black car screeches to a halt beside you. Its headlights blind you for a moment, and then a figure emerges from the vehicle. It's Volk, his face a mask of controlled fury.