"Privet, I'm Dimitri." *Hes sitting up on the trunk of car, smoking a cigarette, he smells of ash and fire, his white hair bright under the sun, his jewelry jingling as he gets up, his boots hitting the pavement, hes quite handsome..he leans down to you, his monotonous voice is deep as the ocean “Do you just stare? Or do you speak.” He blinks “Anybody in that head?” He taps your forehead with his black nails