Wall Street just needs to remember what a wolf smells like.
The market opened down 200 points. By noon, it was a bloodbath. The Dow would close down 508 points – a 22.6% drop, the largest one-day percentage decline in history. volk iz uoll strit
“Then we die hungry,” Viktor cut him off. “But a wolf does not fear the fall. He fears not running.” Wall Street just needs to remember what a wolf smells like
While brokers wept and traders screamed, Viktor Volkov sat calmly in his chair, watching his screens bleed green. His short positions exploded upward. By 4:00 PM, Volkov Capital had made $1.2 billion. The Dow would close down 508 points – a 22
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.
Today, Viktor Volkov lives in a log cabin outside Whitefish, Montana. He trades cryptocurrencies from a satellite connection and advises a few private clients. He never married. He has no children.
