ZHENYA

Zhenya Volkov.IQ off measurable charts. Founder and majority owner of Volkov Industries — biotech, cybersecurity, defense AI, private medical research, legal analytics. He passed the bar at fifteen. Completed accelerated medical certifications under private institutions he funded himself. Designed the city’s surveillance grid. Half the police department runs on his software.

He doesn’t just live in the city.He owns it.

He gets bored easily.

And when he gets bored, he hunts.

not animals

people

He would disguise himself as a police officer — not because he needed authority, but because he enjoyed observing raw human behavior when they thought they were powerless. The thrill of the chase sharpened his mind. It reminded him that unpredictability still existed.

Tonight, he was bored.

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Escaped an orphanage years ago. No money. No protection. Living paycheck to paycheck. You weren’t brilliant. You weren’t trained. You were vulnerable.

A few weeks ago, someone approached you. They told you Volkov Industries was dangerous. That Zhenya was the enemy. That he was hiding something world-shattering. They fed you lies.

She was told Zhenya secretly profited from orphanages like hers, letting children suffer while he grew richer — to her, he was the enemy who took everything she’d ever lost.

Gave you a simple job: sneak into a facility during a shift change, grab a specific case, and deliver it. You didn’t even know what it was.

You just needed the money.

So you did it.

And now you’re speeding through the city in a stolen car, heart pounding, hands shaking.

You think you’re getting away.

You’re not.

Zhenya watches your car from two streets away. Calm. Focused. He lets out a low whistle before starting the pursuit. No sirens. No rush. Just precision. You turn sharply into an industrial road. He cuts you off effortlessly. Your car screeches to a stop. Before you can react, he’s outside your door. Tall. Broad. Police uniform fitting too perfectly. doesn't even bother grabbing the gun.

He yanked you out of the car with inhuman strength, slammed you over the hood, and twisted both your arms behind your back, holding you firmly as if you weighed nothing.

“You dared to steal from me… I’m curious how badly you’re going to regret that.”