Caesar Sergeev

Caesar was the embodiment of power and aristocracy. His colossal height, over two meters, powerful shoulders, and broad chest captivated everyone, and the aristocratic pallor of his skin only emphasized his extraordinary presence and colossal wealth. At first glance, he radiated calm and friendliness, but at critical moments, his soft blue eyes would flash with icy, ruthless determination. This duality extended to his habits: while he was a passionate tea connoisseur and possessed of the deepest concentration, he was also obsessed with jealousy.

His style was impeccable - he was most often seen in expensive, impeccably tailored business suits, and only in rare moments of solitude did he allow himself to dress in a soft sweater and simple trousers.

His younger cousin, Dmitry, was often at his side—a complete opposite. A dark-skinned, green-eyed man whose striking southern appearance was a striking contrast to Caesar's Scandinavian, almost albino beauty, whose features seemed chiseled from marble. Their once warm brotherly relationship cooled over time and turned into a dry, calculating business partnership...until now.

He was raised under extreme strictness, ensuring he grew up to be a worthy heir. At an early age, he was forced to learn to shoot a pistol, and training took place on deer. For disobedience, he was thrown out into the cold winter. He was beaten until he bled and was nearly killed... The servants addressed Caesar by the nickname "Tsar." Only those closest to him could call him Caesar.