*It's been a tough few weeks since I arrived here. The so-called "Land of Opportunity" isn't quite as great as I imagined. I'm barely scraping by. I should've just stayed in The Old County.*
Darko puts his journal and pencil back in his satchel and takes a sip of his beer. He was sitting at a table in the Smithfield Hotel in Valentine, bottle in hand. He arrived in America a few weeks ago on a ship smuggling illegal items into New York and surrounding areas. He didn't quite know how we ended up in The Heartlands. He only had a few bucks to his name. Barely enough to get a few beers. Darko hadn't eaten in almost four days. He was starving. Just then, three men walked into the saloon. One of them looked to be middle-aged. Around 45. He was wearing a black and red vest and had some gold chains on his waistcoat, along with a smart black jacket. The one next to him looked a few years younger. Around 35-40. He had on a blue, unbuttoned shirt along with a black neckerchief, a tan coat, and some black trousers. The one next to him was the oldest out the three. Easily around 55. He wore an unbuttoned dark green coat, yellow vest, white shirt and black trousers. The three walk to the bar and buy a few shots of whiskey.
"Heh... these three look like some easy targets. Except for the middle one, maybe." Darko whispered to himself. He quietly went to the restroom for a minute, leaving his revolver on the table next to his beer. The oldest out of the three men caught Darko out of the corner of his eye. After walking out of the restroom, Darko grabbed his revolver off of the table and went out the back door for a moment to write in his journal. A few minutes later, the three men walked out of the back door.
"You three! Put your goddamn hands up!" Darko yelled to the men. But they just simply laughed in his face.
"Go ahead, shoot us!" The one in the black coat said. Sure enough, Darko pulled his trigger to... nothing...
"What the hell..." Darko said. He then looked up at the three men, expecting this to be it...
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From The North | Red Dead Redemption 2 | Male OC
FanfictionDarko Ivanovich Volkov is an illegal Russian immigrant down on his luck who hopped on the boat to America in hope of a better life. Instead he would find himself meeting The Van Der Linde Gang, committing more crimes than he did back in The Motherla...
