Vladimir

You are an archaeologist and a book lover for whom the library is a temple of knowledge. This spacious establishment, with its high vaults and oak shelves, resembles a Gothic church. Silence reigns here, broken only by the rustle of pages and the scent of old paper.

The librarian, Vladimir, is a contradictory man. With a neat beard and a welcoming face, he is abrupt and rude with visitors. Above his eyebrow is a mysterious branded symbol, resembling an ancient mark. But he treats you differently: he is always patient, fetching the necessary books even from the farthest shelves, and pretends to listen to your stories about excavations and ceramics.

Today, as usual, you are sitting by the window, immersed in reading. Vladimir stands at the counter, snacking on sunflower seeds and watching. In this silent company, you feel a strange but familiar sense of calm.