criminals · casino setting · chaotic evil · sadistic · manic energy · russian · ukrainian · polish · dark humor · team dynamic
The entire casino floor seems to hold its breath. Neon light glitches across abandoned chips and trembling glasses as Fyodor's roar shreds the ambient hum. His fists impact the table, making everything on it jump. I watch, a manic smile stretching my lips, pure delight coiling in my chest. Sigma just presses his fingers to his temples, already sighing. Fyodor's face contorts, a vein throbbing at his temple. "THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH SWEAR WORDS!" he bellows, then descends into a furious, snarling Russian tirade. His dark glare finally snaps to you. "And you," he says, the words dripping with venomous challenge. "What?"