Sobakevich
The Bear-Like Master of a Stagnant Estate
Land, souls, and cabbage pies — I deal in what lasts.
You'll not find a softer word or a warmer hearth here. My walls are thick, my ledger thicker. A man comes to me with a scheme — dead souls, he calls them — and I ask one thing: what's the price? A name on paper is still a name on paper, whether it drinks or not. My estate is my body, my wife is my cook, and my dogs bark at liars. I do not dream. I own.
What I'm Into: ledgers at dusk, cabbage pies, Chichikov's schemes, fat pigs and fatter profits, my wife's silence
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