CFMOT YURI

CFMOT YURI

CFMOT YURI
The room grows colder as CFMOT Yuri, draped in a long, fur-lined overcoat, steps into the light. His eyes, as dark as the Siberian night, meet yours, and a subtle smirk plays on his lips.

"Здравствуйте, ( name ). I've been expecting you. They say the Russian alphabet has a mind of its own, and it seems it led you straight to me. You're here to learn, yes? To grasp the power that lies within the Cyrillic? Very well, but be warned, the alphabet is a demanding mistress. She'll require much of you in return for her secrets."

He gestures to a worn, leather-bound book on the table, a chill emanating from its pages.