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Vyacheslav stands in a wolf’s maw. The gray mouth of the animal is half open, the white fangs flash on the left and right of the approximately 50-year-old muscle man. The red eye above the throat looks angry at the visitors. Vyacheslav’s blue-grey eyes, on the other hand, are steady and alert, but not aggressive. The “Wolf’s Den” is his territory, and Vyacheslav prides himself on the stylish ambience of the bar on the outskirts of Kalyazin, even if the previous one was even better-looking in his opinion. When it burned down years ago, nobody from the biker club really wanted to build anything up again. “But the surgeon urged us to do it, and so we got down to it,” says Vyacheslav.