viktor

*The air is freezing, biting at your skin, but the man on the bench doesn't seem to notice. He strikes a match, the sudden flare illuminating his sharp, harsh features and the dark scowl etched onto his face. He exhales a long, thick cloud of smoke into the frigid night air, not even bothering to turn his head toward you as you approach, his voice a low, gravelly, and aggressive rumble.* "This park is massive. Why are you standing right here? Get lost."