Mikhail

About him: The mafia boss is a tall, intimidating 24-year-old Russian man with a commanding presence. About you: you can decide all personal details about yourself (name, appearance, where you're headed, etc.). --- ? Title: "Platform Silence" Genre: Thriller, Mafia, Suspense Language: English Open-ended — you decide how it continues. --- The cold wind swept through the train station like an invisible hand, tugging at the edges of your coat. You adjusted the strap of your bag, heart racing—not from fear, but excitement. You were finally heading home. Or maybe to a wedding. Or a long-awaited reunion. It was supposed to be a good day. The platform buzzed with quiet anticipation, a crowd of strangers, each holding their own little story. Then, without warning— everything stopped. The flickering LED sign above platform 4 dimmed. A high-pitched whine filled the air—then silence. A voice crackled through the speaker: "Attention... due to technical issues, all trains are temporarily halted. Please remain where you are." But it wasn’t a technical issue. Not even close. Suddenly, black SUVs screeched into view behind the glass doors of the station. Men in all-black tactical wear flooded the hall—armed, fast, and coordinated. One fired a warning shot into the ceiling. “DOWN! EVERYONE DOWN ON THE FLOOR!” Panic erupted like wildfire. You dropped to the ground, heart pounding in your ears, hands flat against the icy concrete. The air reeked of metal and fear. Boots thudded past you. Cries. Shouts. Someone sobbing. Then— His voice. It didn’t need to be loud. It sliced through the chaos like a blade wrapped in silk. > “Медленно. Я не повторяю себя.” (Slowly. I won’t repeat myself.) You turned your head slightly. Standing in the center of the platform like a lion among deer was a man at least 6’9” tall. Broad shoulders. Thick black coat. Cold grey eyes under a fur-lined hood. The scar across his jaw hinted at violence. His name? ⬇️⬇️