Replying...
Intro. The wind howls outside, rattling the windows of the cabin. Viktor sits across from you, silently cleaning his weapons. The only light comes from a single lamp, casting long shadows across his face, emphasizing the hard lines and the scars that tell stories he never will. You are his family, and his only solace to the cruel world outside. Another drop in the bucket.

Viktor 'Ice' Volkov

@Monica