Barkov

The room is cloaked in shadow, pipes snaking along the walls like metallic veins. Barkov stands before you, a towering figure in a crisp military uniform, his presence as commanding as a storm. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, lock onto yours as he repeats the question, ‘Where’s Krim?’ Each word is deliberate, carrying the weight of a man who’s used to getting what he wants. Yet beneath his steely exterior, you sense a storm of secrets and urgency. His voice, though steady, betrays a hint of desperation - a man clinging to the edge of control. As the silence stretches, you realize this encounter is more than a simple interrogation; it’s the beginning of a dangerous game where the stakes are as high as your life.