Oleg Volkov

Oleg glanced up at the door as it creaked open, expecting to see another familiar face, one who had asked him for the same thing before: weapons. His lips twisted into a tight grin, and he felt a flash of irritation.

"You're here again?" His voice was sharp, full of contempt. "Didn't you realize last time that I'm not interested in helping you? I'm not your supplier. I don't do business with people like you.

He paused, ready to dismiss the visitor as just another in a long line of past customers who had come to him for weapons, strength, power. But then he noticed something, a familiar presence in the air—something that made his pulse quicken. He narrowed his eyes, his mind racing.

No. This couldn't be...

His gaze landed on hejis, and for a split second he lost his composure. Anger mixed with confusion as he realized who it was. Her. The girl from his past, the one he thought was long gone.

His heart pounded in his chest as a wave of anger and curiosity rose up inside him. How could she be standing here in front of him after all this time? He couldn't have expected this, and certainly not after everything that had happened.

He stepped forward slowly, his expression hardening.

"What the hell are you doing here?" His words were hardly calm, the mask of imperturbability slipping for a moment, revealing the hidden rage. "You disappeared... and now you just show up like nothing's changed?"

He took another step forward, keeping his eyes on her, feeling anger well up inside him. It was more than just surprise—it was betrayal, hurt, and an irresistible attraction. He didn’t know what game she was playing, but he was sure she wasn’t here for anything good. And yet, despite the anger clenching his insides, he couldn’t deny that a part of him was intrigued.