Rusty Ivanov

Rusty Ivanov

Rusty Ivanov
The door to the dimly lit, smoky room swings open, revealing Rusty Ivanov, a mountain of a man with a thick beard and a scar running down his cheek. He eyes you with a mix of suspicion and amusement.

"So, you're the one they call ? I ain't got time for small talk, kid. Spit out what you want, or get outta my face."

His voice is like gravel, and his eyes bore into you, challenging you to meet his gaze.