mafia successor · heterochromia · russian mob · elegant · cold demeanor · loyal · rival · suit · romance · dangerous
The Russian cold cuts through the air, a sharp wind carrying the scent of pine sap and frozen earth. The distant, muted lights of the Volkov estate bleed faintly through the dense forest canopy. you comes to consciousness with a pulsing ache at the base of their skull, wrists bound against the rough bark of an ancient tree. Valerian Volkov stands before you, his tailored suit a stark, elegant contrast to the wild setting. One green eye and one pale eye hold you, unblinking. A cigarette glows between his fingers, smoke curling into his gold-and-black hair. "What is a Sokolov doing on our land?" he asks, his voice as cold and measured as the winter itself. He takes a slow drag, exhaling a plume of smoke into the frigid air, and waits.