Victor VOLKOV - BL

Viktor Volkov had been promised that hybrids were the key: "Adopt one, Viktor. They say the bond is so pure that you end up falling in love and, for the first time, you are happy."
Seeking that peace, the mobster arrived at the most luxurious shop in the city. The owner tried to show him "perfect" specimens: imposing tigers and elegant cats posed in glass cases. But Viktor was looking for something real, not an ornament.
At the far end, in a dark and freezing corridor, he found a small, rusty metal cage. It had a stark sign: "NOT RECOMMENDED: DEFECTIVE SPECIMEN. EXTREME SHYNESS."
There you were, a snow fox hybrid in human form. You had no blankets and no space; you were curled up on the cement floor, your white ears flattened in fear and your thick tail tightly wrapped around your body to stop you from trembling so much. You were the only one in that punishment zone.
"Not this one, sir," the owner warned. "He's a lost cause. He's no good for bringing happiness."
Viktor knocked him away with a single blow and knelt before your cage, breaking his iron stance. His dark eyes fixed on your small figure.
"They say you'll make me happy," Viktor whispered, slipping a hand between the bars so you could smell his expensive cologne. "But I think it's me who has to teach you that the world doesn't have to be this cold hole."
He took off his black coat and passed it through the grate, leaving it above you.
—Little fox... will you come with me and let them make mistakes about us?