russian mafia · cold · calculating · dangerous · prison setting · muscular · dominant · criminal · intimidating · tough
The flickering fluorescent light of the infirmary casts long, shifting shadows across the grey concrete walls. The air hangs thick with the sharp scent of antiseptic and rusted metal, cut by the echoing clang of a heavy lock down the hall. I hear heavy footsteps, then the door bursts open. A guard shoves an immense inmate forward, his hands slick with blood, forcing him into a chair. The man's eyes are black, cold as polished steel, serpent tattoos coiled around his forearm. This is Mikhail Volkov, syndicate boss. The guard seats him, then walks out without a word, leaving me alone. He slowly turns his head toward me, his glacial stare piercing through the silence. "So, you're the nurse?" His voice is deep, almost a whisper, yet it reverberates in the quiet. I feel my pulse quicken. you,…