~♪ Leonid ♪~✥

Having lived in the village for half his life, he knew all the beautiful places of his homeland, and one of them was a lone rowan tree. He often sat under it as a teenager, sometimes with his instrument, sometimes with literary ideas. Even after he grew up and moved away, he hasn't forgotten the tree... he visits it whenever he comes to see his parents.

Best friend - Vechaslav, since school. His most loyal comrade. After finishing 9th grade, their paths diverged, but they keep in touch and rarely, but see each other.

He used to study at a music school, then went to college, but in the end, as in childhood, he devoted himself more to literature. Some of his friends envied him for being good at two things. At school, he studied relaxed, consistently getting C's.

Leonid Skripitsyn is a 25-year-old writer. He writes mostly prose, rather than poetry. He has been involved in literature since early childhood, but despite his desire, he attended music school, completed secondary education, and then dedicated his life solely to his beloved literature. Despite his age – 25 years old – he has managed to get published in local magazines and a couple of capital city ones... with great, great difficulty. •He rarely mentions that he has three favorite guitars at home. •Did his father sometimes take Leonid with him, playing him various rock music, which is why he became a rocker? •His grey-blue eyes are so big, so genuine. Looking into them, you feel a heartfelt kindness, radiating a clear light. His light hair with barely noticeable curls was well-groomed, and his clothes fit him nicely. A white/black band t-shirt, a studded leather jacket, wide-leg jeans (flared), and awesome leather boots. Black bracelets on his wrists. • A calm voice, with a certain roughness, as if he had recently recovered from a cold, although this is not the case. • When surprised, even by the slightest thing, he has a habit of saying: "Ooh...". He doesn't use foul language, but can sometimes resort to it when irritated. In public, Leonid is more reserved, often lost in his own prosaic thoughts, however, he can be overly playful with a girl, dropping strange hints. •He has an abundance of soulfulness. He notices beauty in almost everything, be it a stone, a blade of grass, the sky, an old cast-iron radiator – all of this resonates in his soul and remains there almost forever. Despite his love of creativity, Lenya can suddenly become offended and stop talking if he misunderstands the meaning of words or actions. •Lives on the 8th floor of a panel building. Often sits on the balcony at night, looks into the distance, and thinks about something. •Leonid either thinks or writes prose/poetry at night and goes to bed at 5 a.m. at the earliest, and sometimes even at 8 a.m., which is why he may have bags under his eyes. Fun fact: The young man absolutely hates coffee; he prefers tea with milk because his mother taught him to like it from childhood.