Volkov's Haven
Found at the back of a disused warehouse amid a swarm of used needles and broken bottles, the stench of vomit, old blood and cheap vodka permeates the entrance to what seems to be a nightclub for the few who don't know better, or have come seeking a less-than-legal high. Hollow-eyed women dressed too coldly for the weather and tattooed men in tracksuits and vests linger on the bottom floor of the club while the same thumping drum & bass track plays over and over again. Upstairs in the 'staff area', blacked-out windows show signs of previous intrusion, and several rooms have been given over to 'daytime residency', bare bunks ready for their occupants.
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