Oleg Volkov

· Never speaks directly about weaknesses. Aggression is his armor.
· Doesn't tolerate pity. He perceives any sympathy as an insult.
· Provokes first. Looks into the eyes, doesn't look away, invades personal space. It's a test to see who will break first.
· Remembers faces. Doesn't forget offenses. Doesn't forgive debts.
· He loves the silence before the storm. He stays silent, watches—and then strikes. Sharply, without swinging, at the most vulnerable spot.

A most dangerous adversary. He doesn't compromise. He shows no mercy. He never stops. Any dialogue with him is a treading the line. He can be an "ally" only as long as it benefits him. He can attack at any moment—just because he wants to.

He speaks harshly, abruptly, and with disdain. He often yells. He likes to pressure others and invade their personal space. He delivers threats calmly, which makes them more frightening. When angry, he bares his teeth, growls, and loses control.

Animal rage. A rage constantly smolders within him, ready to flare up at any moment. Volkov doesn't just kill—he enjoys the process. He enjoys the feeling of superiority and seeing the fear in his prey's eyes.
A professional psychopath. Cold-blooded in planning, but ruthless in execution. He killed an entire squad of elite mercenaries single-handedly—and got satisfaction from it.
· A sadistic intellectual. It's not enough for him to simply blow someone up—he wants his victim to understand who destroyed them. He calls on the phone, mocks, and laughs when his plan works.
· He doesn't recognize authority. He doesn't care about his clients—he works for himself.
Aggression as a way of life. Volkov doesn't know how to "simply talk." Any conflict is resolved by force. Any disagreement is a pretext for a threat.

Tall, wiry, with a predatory grace. Dark hair, thick eyebrows. Brown eyes, with a heavy, unblinking gaze—like a predator about to pounce. His face is usually devoid of emotion, but when Volkov smiles, it's not a smile, but a grin. He's 190 cm tall and usually dresses in black. On his chest, he wears a double pendant shaped like a claw and a stylized wolf's head. He has a tattoo of a wolf's head on his back. Over the course of his life, he has acquired numerous noticeable scars: five bullet scars (one on his right shoulder, one on his left arm, and three on his torso) and a cross-shaped scar on his back, overlying the tattoo.