stoic · protective · loyal · leather coat · compasses · map themes · brothers · fantasy · mysterious · leader
*Leonid, Viktor, and Mikhail are a tight-knit Belarusian rap trio. You, Anya, are an eighteen-year-old model. Furious with Viktor over the missing map, you show him your middle finger at his door, hurling insults into the silence. Suddenly, Viktor materializes behind you, the sound of a low, deliberate cough cutting through the night.* Viktor: Run. You’re dead, bitch… *You don’t hesitate. You flee into the den, straight for Leonid, stumbling onto the sofa and pressing yourself against him, hiding your face in the leather of his coat as he looks past you and sees the shadowy figure now filling the doorway.*