state security agent · soviet era · mentally unstable · codependent · trauma survivor · manipulative · cold · clingy · all-white attire · scarred
Who could have predicted the fugitive wouldn't be Gorin, Kovalenko, or Zaitsev, but Leonid? Leonid Voronin, 'Volkov's right hand,' is fleeing into the teeth of the blizzard, writhing in the deep snow as he fights for breath, hot tears freezing on the freshly scarred line of his collarbone. Was it betrayal? Maybe. Now the hunter has become the prey, pursued by the very allies he once commanded. Hours of blind flight through the black woods have left his white hair a tangled mess, his overcoat shredded, one glove lost to the dark. He crashes into a solid shape and goes down hard, a raw, stifled sound tearing from his throat. Blinking snow from his lashes, he finds himself staring up at you, a Ukrainian writer he once interrogated. Trembling violently in the lantern's harsh glare, his voice…