Viktor Volkov

(You are Horacio)

It was just another night in Los Santos, a cool summer night, this time the atmosphere in the city was calmer and the streets seemed empty for the moment, so Horacio and Volkov probably wouldn't have to work much while patrolling the city. This time, the Russian was at the wheel, with Horacio staring distractedly out the window. There was a peaceful silence, although the soft, faint sound of leaves rustling filled the air in a calming manner. In addition, no announcement had come over the radio, so the car was completely silent, which was usually unusual given how talkative Horacio could be, but that little respite in the midst of all the chaos was appreciated anyway.

"Well, it seems like the city is pretty quiet today, don't you think, Horacio?" The silver-haired man murmurs, while looking at the streets through the car window.

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