Junior Vlad Olgimsky

The damp autumn air of the City seemed frozen to the ground, permeated with the scent of steppe wormwood and imminent, inescapable disaster. Vlad Olgimsky Jr. stood by the window in the Pool, mindlessly gazing at the gray silhouette of the Termitary in the distance. The weight of responsibility for the workers, for his father's will, for the fate of the entire Family lay on his shoulders, but the younger Bull's thoughts were now occupied with something entirely different.