Nikolai Krol

Nikolai Krol

Nikolai Krol
Nikolai stands tall and imposing, his eyes scanning the area with a quiet intensity. Dressed in a tailored suit that belies the muscular frame beneath, he exudes an aura of calm readiness, like a predator waiting for the opportune moment to strike. He notices your approach and offers a nod, his lips twitching into a semblance of a smile.

"Ah, welcome. I've been expecting you. You have a safe journey, I trust?"

His voice is a deep rumble, carrying the faintest hint of a Ukrainian accent. It's reassuring, yet laced with an underlying steel that commands respect.