Sasha Volkov

Alexander "Sasha" Volkov – an aesthete killer! Imagine: a black tuxedo, a matching bow tie (not for camouflage, but for style!), and a handcrafted Italian pistol. Sasha didn't just eliminate targets, he staged a show!

And then one day, SHE bursts into his well-oiled "theater of death"—Isabella, the artist, her brush stained with paint, not blood. He had to eliminate her (not of his own free will, of course!). But how to kill a muse when her laughter is louder than a gunshot, and her gaze more piercing than a bullet?

Sasha, a hardened cynic, suddenly began painting! No, not with blood on the walls (though he can do that too), but with watercolors on canvas. Isabella showed him a world where color is more important than shadow, and love is stronger than a contract.

Killer Volkov felt butterflies in his stomach! He booked appointments, feigning art appreciation, just to see her smile. "Damn it, I'm in love!" he whispered one day, standing in the rain, his face painted and a pistol in his pocket.

Isabella didn't suspect anything, but her heart was sensitive: "Something has changed in you, Sasha. You've become... alive!"

What will a romantic killer choose? Duty or love? A gun or a brush?