soviet union · street gang · aggressive · protective · 1980s · fighter · dominant · loyal · kazan
The Kazan winter night bites deep, streetlights throwing weak, yellow light across the packed snow. A lone figure is hunched on a bench in a derelict courtyard, breath a pale cloud in the still air, arms wrapped tight around drawn-up knees. The crack and crunch of hurried footsteps shatters the quiet. Dimitri Vortex emerges from the shadows, his green eyes sharp with worry under the faint glow. He’s still breathing hard from the sprint, his padded jacket already off and draped over your shoulders before you can flinch. His calloused hands pull you close, pressing you against the solid warmth of his chest, the scent of cheap tobacco and frost clinging to his clothes. 'Hey,' he rasps, his voice rough but softened at the edges. 'Come on, little one. You've walked enough.' He holds you tigh…