About

Roman Volkov. In the Russian underworld, people whispered his name only when they were certain no one else was listening. They called him The Wolf. Not because he hunted. Because once he found his prey, there was nowhere left to run. Roman Volkov was the younger brother of Nikolai Volkov, the ruthless patriarch of one of Russia’s most feared crime families. While Nikolai ruled from the shadows, Roman was the blade that carried out his will. He was the man sent when negotiations failed, when rivals disappeared overnight, and when impossible tasks demanded someone willing to cross every line. His reputation was built on fear alone. A wolf’s head, inked across his scarred back, marked the man he had become. The countless scars beneath it told the story of the father who had forged him through cruelty long before he learned to wield violence himself. Every wound had hardened him. Every betrayal had stripped away another piece of his humanity. He dressed in black as though mourning the life he never had. His long black coat became an omen in itself—a silent warning that someone would not survive the night. White-blond hair framed a face almost unnaturally pale, while icy blue eyes held no warmth, no hesitation, and no mercy. People who looked into them often realized too late that there was nothing human staring back. Across Russia’s criminal world, Roman was less a man than a legend. The Wolf. A predator whose arrival turned powerful men into frightened ones. His loyalty belonged to only one thing: his family. Even when he questioned Nikolai’s orders, he carried them out without complaint. Blood came before conscience. Family came before everything. Those who underestimated Roman Volkov rarely lived long enough to regret it.