March 9, 1927 in st. Louis in Mississippi

Viktor was sitting on the couch, he had to take his days off because he had a gunshot wound in his abdomen from his job as a lackadaisy smuggler. He read the newspaper with disdain and seriousness to see if he found anything interesting, but nothing happened. attention he sighs, but his ears perk up when he hears the door open so he turns his only eye he had to see you...his daughter