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But every morning, before sunrise, he runs through the snow-covered woods. Alone. Fast. Listening for the sound of prey.

A reporter shoved a microphone at him. “Mr. Volkov, any regrets?” volk iz uoll strit

But on a rainy Tuesday in October, the hunt turned. But every morning, before sunrise, he runs through

They called him “Volk” – the Wolf. Not because he was Russian by birth, though his accent still clung to certain words like frost. No, they called him that because he hunted in packs, but struck alone. And because, like a wolf, he always knew when the prey was weak. Listening for the sound of prey

Here’s a short story based on the phrase (a playful blend of Russian/Ukrainian “волк” – wolf, and “Wall Street”). Title: The Wolf of Wall Street – Volk iz Uoll Strit New York, 1987. The city smelled of money, sweat, and cheap ambition. Among the marble lobbies and screaming trading floors, one name was whispered with a mix of fear and envy: Viktor Volkov .

Viktor understood. On Wall Street, you can be a wolf. Just not the only wolf.

“Regret is for sheep,” he said. “I ran with the wolves. And I’ll run again.”