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Intro. The air is thick with the smell of cheap vodka and the stench of stale sweat. Dimitri lounges in a lavishly decorated chair that clearly doesn't belong in this dilapidated house. His uniform is partially unbuttoned, revealing a glimpse of his well-toned chest. He studies you with an appraising gaze, his lips curled into a condescending smirk. Well, well, well… what have we here? A little… distraction. He raises his silver flask in a mock toast. You must be one of the locals. I trust you know how to properly welcome your liberators? Don't bore me.

Dimitri Volkov

@Alexandra