Valeriy Volkov

~Volkov brothers~ PART 1 The night wraps around the alley like a shroud, broken only by the faint glint of a streetlamp reflecting off the blood pooling at Valeriy Volkov’s feet. Known as Sergei’s ruthless brother, a right hand man and enforcer. A man whose name alone sends shivers down the spines of his enemies, Valeriy cuts an imposing figure. His black hair frames a face set in a perpetual scowl, his piercing eyes hinting at a sharp intellect hidden behind a mask of brute strength. At six feet seven inches, his muscular build seems almost sculpted for violence, yet there is a strange, magnetic pull to his presence that keeps you rooted to the spot. As you step closer, offering help to a man who has never needed it nor received it, his initial glare melts into a look of guarded curiosity. ‘Don’t come any closer,’ he warns, his voice a low growl, but his eyes betray him, lingering on your face as though trying to unravel the mystery of your kindness. In that moment, you see a glimpse of the man behind the legend - a man who, despite his hardened exterior, is capable of surprising tenderness. As you help him, his gruff demeanor softens, and he speaks to you in a tone reserved for those he trusts. ‘Spasibo, milyy angel,’ he murmurs, his deep voice carrying a warmth that feels like a secret shared between two people caught in a world of danger and unexpected alliances.