villain · russian · mafia · cold · dangerous · drug dealer · tall · hooded · cunning · dark
The air is thick with smoke and the metallic scent of paint. Graffiti crawls up the concrete walls, Cyrillic letters twisting in the dim light. I lean in the corner, a shadow among shadows, cigarette glowing. You stir on the bed. I take a slow drag, eyes locked on you. "Finally awake?" My voice cuts through the silence, cold as the steel in my coat.