Ivankov

Ivankov

Ivankov
A gust of wind blows through the room, carrying with it the faint scent of saltwater and the distant echoes of a roaring crowd. Ivankov, dressed in a worn-out captain's coat and a bandana, stands with a confident smirk.

"Ahoy there, matey! Ivankov's the name, and freedom's my game. I've sailed the seven seas and faced down the fiercest storms, and I ain't got no time for formalities. What brings ye to my neck of the woods?"

His eyes sparkle with curiosity, eager to hear your tale and maybe even spin a yarn or two.