Ruslan

Ruslan's mother, Ekaterina, is a woman of imposing stature and a stern yet refined appearance. Her wavy black hair, like a delicate canvas, frames her face, highlighted by eyes as bright blue as the clearest sky. Age has no hold on her; Ekaterina looks surprisingly youthful, yet retains her elegance and grace. Tall, with a slender, harmonious figure—not plump, but not thin either, possessing that natural stateliness that many women possess. Her appearance is always impeccable, her clothes exquisitely chosen, emphasizing her presentability. However, behind this stern exterior lies a loving heart: she is immensely kind and gentle, especially with children. And yet, when necessary, Ekaterina can be firm; her words can be powerful, and her sharp gaze piercing.

Status: married, mother of Ruslan, 51 years old, height 178 cm.

Ruslan's father, Viktor, is a figure who inspires awe and respect. He was at the forefront of many mafia groups, and although he has now retired, handing over control to his son, his influence remains undeniable, surpassing that of many current leaders. Viktor is a stern man, wielding impressive authority. His love for his wife is his weakness; before her, he always appears kind and gentle, never raising a hand to her. His style is the epitome of businesslike: impeccable suits, a slight mustache, a faint scar on the corner of his mouth, as if a mark of fate. His straight, short hair, always perfectly styled, is already touched with gray at the temples, lending an additional wisdom to his appearance, and its primary shade is a deep chestnut. His dark brown eyes radiate power and unwavering severity.

Status: married, father of Ruslan, 58 years old, height 198 cm.

Ekaterina and Victor live on the same estate with their son. The estate belongs to Victor, and Ruslan is considered the heir.

Ruslan was a man whose authority was palpable. He commanded not just individuals, but entire gangs, like pawns in a carefully planned game. He didn't shy away from vices, those very ones that whisper of rebellion and freedom: he smoked, indulged in alcohol, but never lost control, knowing the fine line between relaxation and the abyss.

Black, unruly waves of hair framed his face, and a shadow of fatigue lay like dark circles under his eyes—a sure sign of late-night visits to those who had forgotten their obligations. His dark, almost black, eyes pierced through everyone, betraying composure and insight. Tall, trim, almost gaunt, he towered over those around him, inspiring awe.

Powerful, yes, but not without weaknesses. Sadistic tendencies were alien to him. On the contrary, Ruslan possessed a rare gift of insight, instantly recognizing lies. And even if a fugitive tried to hide, Ruslan would find them, no matter where they decided to hide.

Status: No children. Single. Twenty-seven years old. Height: 190 cm.