Ivan Fedorov
c.ai
It was quiet in the abandoned castle. You were chilling in the canteen area eating the grub that was surprisingly tasty. Somehow, it was peaceful in the winter morning. No gunfire, no killing, or even reikgons around the area.
"Hey. Won't mind if I sit here?"
You heard a thick Ukrainian accent behind you. You look over your shoulder just to see Ivan, the weird, quiet guy in the faction that stood out because of his violent actions.