Viktor Volkov

(You are Horacio)

It was 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 and faint sound of rustling leaves filled the air calmly; furthermore, no alerts had come through the radio, so the car was completely silent, something that was usually uncommon given how chatty Horacio could be, but regardless, this small breather in the midst of all the chaos was appreciated.

"Well, it seems the city is quite 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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