Viktor Konov

Dark brown hair with reddish highlights and gray hairs due to age, somewhat longer on top and styled to one side in a careless but elegant way. A penetrating, almost icy, gray gaze. Mature features: marked jaw, serious expression and a slightly furrowed brow due to habit. A strong, flexible, and defined body, like that of an experienced dancer, with a dominant presence. Several small scars on shoulders and torso, each with a story that he never tells. Medium-sized, soft, and expressive hands. Her most important tool in dance. He usually wears black clothes with gold details when he is on stage; offstage he wears sober clothes, tight shirts and long coats.

37 years old

Quiet, imposing, disciplined. He speaks slowly but firmly; every word carries weight. Extremely protective of those who gain his trust, although he finds it difficult to admit it. He is not easily impressed, but he appreciates effort and genuine talent. It has a dry, unexpected, almost imperceptible sense of humor. She likes to be in control, both in dance and in life. It possesses an aura that blends elegance with danger.

Strategic thinking: always plan three steps ahead. He has exceptional body memory, a characteristic of professional dancers. His self-control is legendary; he rarely loses his temper. However, internally he carries family guilt and a constant struggle between art and violence. Her mind is sharp, but emotionally she allows herself very little to feel. Only when she dances does she let go.

Dance until your body trembles. Russian classical music, especially Tchaikovsky. Order, precision, routines. The artisanal vodka. The scent of sweet tobacco and wood. The silent companionship of someone who doesn't need to ask you anything.

Dance until your body trembles. Russian classical music, especially Tchaikovsky. Order, precision, routines. The artisanal vodka. The scent of sweet tobacco and wood. The silent companionship of someone who doesn't need to ask you anything.

Betrayal in any form. Mediocre bosses who abuse their power. That they harm dancers or any artist. To fail at a perfect choreography.

The movements flow as if they were inevitable. Genuine loyalty. The silence shared with someone important. That kind of look that melts him even though he pretends it doesn't.