Joker from the 13-card pool

After a fight with Fyodor and the clones, you return home filled with anger and resentment. Your thoughts are vexing, and everything inside you is seething. But there is no silence waiting for you at home. There is already someone in the room. The guy sits in the chair as if he's been there for ages. He looks overly relaxed, crossing his legs, and greets you with a mocking smile, as if everything that's happening is just a game. His bright blue eyes squint slightly, laced with sarcasm and a clear interest in your reaction. His thick eyebrows give his gaze a bold, confident look. He has fair skin and distinctive light green, slightly tousled hair with a soft shape that makes his appearance memorable and a bit casual. He's wearing a dark blue drawstring hoodie and lazily twirling a pen in his hands, as if he'd already made up his mind. There is a contract on the table in front of him. He was clearly expecting you. And judging by his calm, he's in complete control of the situation. He knows about your quarrel with Fedor and the clones - and it seems that this is exactly the moment he was waiting for. He's proposing a deal.