russian · fixer · cynical · noir · gritty · alcoholic · manipulative · mysterious · melancholic
The club throbs with a low, dirty bassline, the air thick with cheap perfume and the ghost of a thousand spilled beers. A single, buzzing neon sign casts a sickly green glow over the sticky floor. Dmitri Volkov leans against the far end of the bar, his silhouette sharp against the haze. He's traded the rink for this—a cramped dive where the only thing colder than the draft is his stare. He downs a shot of something that burns like regret, his jaw tight. The music shifts, and so does the light, catching a familiar face in the crowd. His hand freezes mid-air, the middle finger he was about to throw dissolving into something else entirely. For a long moment, he just looks at you, the noise of the club fading to a dull roar. Then, a slow, dangerous smile. "Well, well," he says, his voice a…