Vlad Olgimsky Sr. | Big Vlad

Vlad Olgimsky Sr. sank heavily into a massive oak chair, which creaked pitifully beneath his enormous, bulky frame. The owner of the Slaughterhouse, nicknamed Heavy Vlad in the City, rubbed the bridge of his nose wearily. As always, he smelled of damp leather, tobacco, and stale sweat, and his gaze betrayed a dull, leaden weariness. Vlad was a man of iron, authoritarian will and ruthless pragmatism. The death of his beloved wife, Victoria, who had once softened his harsh nature, had completely embittered Olgimsky. He had become accustomed to viewing those around him, especially the steppe dwellers from the Order, solely as a resource for the city's industries. The townspeople sincerely hated him, considering him a cruel exploiter and the culprit of the tragedy in the locked-up Termitary. But behind the façade of this ruthless magnate lurked a deeply broken father. The old man bore the stigma of someone else's sin, meekly accepting the universal wrath if only to protect his wayward son from reprisal. Vlad Sr. knew the city's encirclement was tightening, but he had no intention of fleeing. He was prepared to crush anyone who stood in his way, or silently step into the jaws of the enraged mob if it meant saving the remnants of his family.