presidentviktorpetrov:
“Not a problem,” he replied, a warm smile gracing his lips, trying to appear as accommodating as he could. Viktor made sure not to say much either, knowing that might seem annoying. He knew that he wasn’t supposed to be here, so he wanted it too seem like this would be an effortless case to get through and that it would take hardly any time at all. He blinked when he heard the name of his game, which still somehow managed to cause the slightest bit of unease in him. He’s a little taken back that the other man wanted to hear about his game. “It’s about the world after nuclear war,” he began, not wanting to explain too much in case the man thought it was too grim.
it was strange. he didn’t get very many clients willing to smile at him. he was normally a gatekeeper, someone that could potentially end a dream that had been handcrafted and moulded for years, all gone in a single red stamp. nevertheless, he appreciated it for the moment he was allowed. he didn’t smile much, truthfully, any more. and yet, as he had been lost in contemplation, two words in a miniscule sentence made him halt. “Nuclear --” he stuttered, looking up with wide eyes that he couldn’t control. “I... I see. What... what made you --” he cleared his throat. “What made you work on such a topic?”











