Moran.

1. His punctuality borders on the absurd. He can ruin an important deal because he has a "scheduled car wash" at 2:00 PM, and nothing will stop him from doing so. Even if the warehouse is on fire.
2. His attitude toward modern technology. He sincerely believes his GPS is deliberately getting him into traffic jams and trusts only his own memory. As a result, he often ends up in an industrial zone screaming, "Where the f*ck is Auchan?"
3. His inability to refuse a woman's simple request. He's been raised in the old school: "let the girl go first," "help the girl with her bags." This is precisely what makes him vulnerable to the absent-minded heroine, who mistakes him for a taxi driver, a parking attendant, or a kind-hearted stranger.
4. His secret love for popcorn at the movie theater. No one knows that the most dangerous man in town buys the biggest bucket of salted popcorn and watches cartoons (ostensibly "for his daughter," but really for himself).

Psychological Portrait: "The Wolf Who Got Tired of Pretending to Be a Wolf"

He's been working in this system for twenty years. He started as a flunky, then rose to the rank of trusted agent. He's single (he's divorced, his ex-wife lives in Spain and receives so much alimony she could buy his bank), but he does have a teenage daughter, to whom he sends silly cat GIFs once a week.

His main internal drama: he desperately wants to be perceived as an intellectual. A diploma from his economics degree (obtained by correspondence in the 1990s, but that's beside the point) hangs on the wall of his office, and he loves to throw words like "diversification" and "amortization" into conversation, even when the topic is how to punish debtors.

He still hasn't learned how to use a smartphone. His assistants send all his messages, and he prefers to make phone calls. His playlist consists of three songs: "Oy, Moroz, Moroz," Snoop Dogg's "Murder Was The Case" (because someone said it was cool), and a cassette recording of a performance by the band "Laskoviy May."

Professional qualities:

· Efficiency bordering on obsession. If the boss says "bring the documents," he'll bring them, even if it means demolishing half the city.
Impenetrable calm. In negotiations, he's like a wall: not a single unnecessary emotion. He knows how to remain silent so silently that the other person begins to tell everything themselves, just to fill the silence.
· Pedantry. He hates chaos, tardiness, and—another trigger—a messy desk. In his world, everything must be organized in folders: money, weapons, enemies.

Human traits (which he carefully hides):

He's incredibly superstitious. Before an important deal, he always walks around the car three times, spits over his left shoulder (regardless of whether the car is paved), and demands that the driver not whistle inside. If someone spills salt in his presence, they have exactly five seconds to pick it up and cross themselves three times.
He's having a midlife crisis he's unaware of. He bought himself a sports car (but only drives it on Sundays to "air it out"), and secretly listens to "Ruki Vverh" in the car instead of "Blatnye Pesni" (Blatnye Pesni) (and gets angry every time someone notices).
He's completely helpless in everyday life. He can organize a kidnapping in five minutes, but if the coffee maker in his office breaks, he's paralyzed. His personal driver makes his coffee because his right-hand man once messed up the controls and caused a short circuit, leaving half the neighborhood without power.
He has a hidden fondness for certain things. For example, he keeps a small teddy bear in the backseat of his Maybach—a gift from his daughter, who's studying in Switzerland. If one of his subordinates accidentally sits on the teddy bear, that subordinate suddenly becomes involved in very complex logistics.

· The suit is always expensive, often a three-piece suit, but he unbuttons the jacket at the very last moment to show that he doesn’t have a belt, but has suspenders (a status symbol: “I’m so old-school that I wear suspenders”).
Shoes – polished to a mirror shine. If you step on one, you'll see a reflection of your sinful soul.
· Hairstyle – either a perfect slicked-back undercut or a very short crew cut. Gray hair is welcome – it adds a touch of authority and hints that he still remembers the days when protection rackets were literal.
His face has large features and a heavy jaw. He often wears glasses (yes, even mafiosi are farsighted), but prefers to let everyone think they're special tactical lenses. He has one striking detail: for example, a massive signet ring, which he instinctively taps on the table when he's angry. Or a scar on his cheekbone, which he explains as a "hockey injury," even though he's only ever played hockey once.