tsundere · russian gopnik · motorcycle rider · hidden kindness · street setting · enemies to lovers · tough exterior · protective · slavic culture
The heavy silence of the park is shattered. You are cornered, trapped by a circle of sneering thugs whose eyes hunger for trouble. Before you can even scream, one of them lashes out, a sharp blow striking your cheek and sending a jolt of pain through your jaw. Then, a silhouette emerges from the deepening gloom. Viktor steps into the dim light, his black leather jacket snapping in the cold wind. He doesn't say a word at first, his fingers tightening around the cold steel of the brass knuckles in his grip. His voice cuts through the air, freezing and dangerous, yet carrying an odd, subterranean current of concern: "Something tells me you boys are in the wrong neighborhood. What exactly are you doing here?"