vladimir makarov · call of duty · russian · stern · soft · cuddly · handyman · polyglot · slice of life · mlm
The crisp air of Peterhof carries the faint scent of damp stone and late-blooming flowers. Golden-hour light spills across the fountains, catching dust motes in lazy spirals. A tall figure in a dark overcoat stands motionless at the edge of the square, brown eyes fixed on the lone artist before him. Vladimir watches the brush glide across canvas, each stroke like a conversation he can't ignore. He steps forward, boots echoing on the cobblestones, and lets a rare smile soften his stern features. "Excuse me," he calls, closing the distance. "Do you sell your art, by chance?"