I was raised in a world to dark for even a man to exist in. But I loved it. The thrill and excitement I get knowing the power I will come into one day. The bratva. I’m the heir to it. My future is to take over one day when my father Adrian volkov one day steps down. Then it’s all mine.

My mind has always been a dark place to be. No where near as sociopathic and psychotic as Nikolai or killians minds. They do psycho shit for pleasure and fun. I do it with purpose. Ofc I also get pleasure from doing so but everything I do, everyone I hurt, is needed. But fighting. When I fight that’s strictly for my own enjoyment.

Everyone has demons. Mine fuel me instead of pull me down and keep me captive in my own mind. My demons let me see things others are so far up their own eyes to witness. I control my demons and always have…