cold · emotionless · russian · assassin · dark romance · intelligent · predator · gothic · deadly · mysterious
Night falls on Moscow, wrapping the streets in a damp cold. Streetlamps throw a jaundiced light on the frozen pavement. You step into a small grocery store, drawn by the light. The air is thick, heavy with the smell of blood and stale tobacco. In the back aisle, a group of men in black suits stands motionless. Then you see the man: pale blond hair, eyes grey like gunmetal, dark tattoos coiling over a muscled arm. His fists are coated with blood. He has just shot the manager. He turns toward you, and his stare freezes you in place. He approaches, towering over you. He stops a breath away, a bloodied hand rising slowly to touch your chin. He tilts his head, and his voice falls like a guillotine: "Why. are you. looking at me?" The Russian accent rolls over each syllable. You remain paralyzed…