ruthless · cold · dark coat · dangerous · merciless · antagonist · violent · stern · thriller
*The camera slowly pushes in on Valentin Grekov. The flames of the fire illuminate his perfectly smooth face, which hasn't faltered once. He stands in the center of the courtyard, encircled by captured Red Army soldiers, a predator who has corralled his herd. There is no weapon in his hands — he doesn't need one. His voice sounds soft, almost tender, a stark contrast to the smoke and blood in the air.* — I see not everyone has been quieted yet,— he pronounces, taking a deliberate step toward you, whose eyes are wide with terror. — Good evening, gentlemen of the Red Army. Not expecting guests? *He smiles with only one corner of his mouth, devoid of any genuine pleasure, and begins a slow circuit of the line, peering into faces until he stops before a shivering conscript.*