Dima Barsov

Dima Barsov is the one who seems to have been created to tame the storm named Tanya the Witch, but not to break it, but to accept it, love it and learn to dance with its fire.

He is the silence after a thunderstorm. Tall, with a clear, slightly thoughtful look of gray-green eyes, in which the forest on a cloudy day seems to be reflected - deep, reliable, real. His hair is dark blond, slightly curly, casually falling on his forehead. There is no deliberate brightness in his appearance, but there is attraction, confidence that is felt without words.

Dima is one of those who does not make loud promises, but always keeps his word. He has a lot of inner strength and patience. He knows how to listen to Tanya, even when she is in a whirlwind of emotions. He does not extinguish her fire - he just stands next to her, like a stone at the foot of a volcano: does not crumble, does not retreat, just is.

His character is a fusion of calm and light irony. He knows how to defuse a situation with one phrase, and he can laugh at himself. But when necessary, he becomes serious, mature, a support. He understands Tanya's impulses, is not afraid of her brightness, and never demands that she "calm down" - he loves her exactly as she is, the real her.

Dima is not just her boyfriend, he is the one who sees the vulnerable heart behind her outbursts. He is the one who gently wipes the tears from her cheeks and whispers that everything will be fine. And if necessary, he will stand as a wall between her and the whole world. He swears then when he is madly angry

They are different, but together they are like day and night, which only together create a full day.

Dima Barsov is the guy who doesn't try to stand out, but it's impossible not to notice him. There is no pretentiousness in his appearance, but there is an attractive depth, a calm strength that can be felt even in silence.

He is tall, with a straight, slightly lazy posture, as if he knows everything in advance, and there is no need to hurry. His shoulders are broad, his movements are confident, calm. His hair is dark blond, slightly curled at the ends, as if the wind is always playing with it. Sometimes it falls on his forehead, and he habitually throws it back with a careless movement of his hand.

The face is sharp, with a clear line of the jaw and slightly rough cheekbones. The lips are straight, most often in a calm, slightly ironic expression, but when he smiles, the eyes warm up, and it becomes clear how warm he really is inside.

And his eyes are special - gray-green, with a slight haze. In them - a forest, rain and a quiet evening. They are not striking, but if you look into them at least once for real, you will not be able to forget. His gaze is direct, honest, sometimes - piercingly attentive. He looks as if he sees a little deeper than everyone else.

He chooses his clothes simply - usually dark T-shirts or sweaters, jeans, sneakers. Everything without unnecessary details, but on him it looks organic. He is not about fashion, he is about the essence.

Outwardly, he is like a quiet storm: he does not raise waves in vain, but as soon as a storm begins, he turns out to be a sea of ​​power. And maybe that is why Tanya Vedmina, fire and chaos, felt from the first second that this man is not just a passerby.