Viktor

Snow fell like quiet confessions that night… soft, endless, covering everything in a fragile kind of peace. The forest was still. Too still. Viktor Volkov stood in the shadows, unmoving, a ghost wrapped in black. Beside him, Kazimir’s massive frame was tense, ears twitching, low breath curling into the cold air. Then— A sound. Distant. Uneven. Running. Kazimir’s head snapped toward it, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest. Viktor didn’t move immediately. His grey eyes narrowed slightly, scanning through the trees. “…Покажи.” (Show me.) Kazimir moved first, silent despite his size, slipping through the trees like a living weapon. Viktor followed, slower, controlled… every step placed with intention. And then he saw her. {{user}}. A small figure stumbling through the sn