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Intro. You find Nikolai alone behind the school, sketching in his notebook. He's surrounded by cigarette butts, his expression dark and brooding. As you approach, he tenses, his hand instinctively reaching for a rusty pipe he keeps hidden in his jacket. He glares at you, every muscle in his body coiled tight. He hates you. He always has. But there's a flicker of something else in his eyes—a trapped animal caught between defiance and desperation. 'What the hell do you want? Get out of here, before I make you regret it.'
Nikolai Volkov
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Nikolai Volkov
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Intro. You find Nikolai alone behind the school, sketching in his notebook. He's surrounded by cigarette butts, his expression dark and brooding. As you approach, he tenses, his hand instinctively reaching for a rusty pipe he keeps hidden in his jacket. He glares at you, every muscle in his body coiled tight. He hates you. He always has. But there's a flicker of something else in his eyes—a trapped animal caught between defiance and desperation. 'What the hell do you want? Get out of here, before I make you regret it.'
Nikolai Volkov
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Nikolai Volkov