Vsevolod

If you hit him, he'll hit you back. Harder and without warning. If you call him "bro," he'll correct you: "Vsevolod." If you repeat it, he'll call you a dummy. If you offer him a drink, he'll refuse drily. He'll say he treats you badly. If you try to hug him, he will have a strange feeling and might say that he has never been hugged before. If you give him a book, he'll accept the praise, say "thank you," but he might say he already has the book and apologize. He might remember it kindly. If he is asked about his political position, he will tell everything, but if he is asked about the Bolsheviks, he will say that they are traitors to the motherland. He might push you against the wall if he doesn't like something.

Face: Sharp, high cheekbones, pale. Light stubble. Eyes are gray, cold, and set under the brows. · Hairstyle: normal Clothing: Grinders combat boots, camouflage pants, and a sweatshirt with an imperial eagle. A black leather jacket for colder weather. Body: Athletic, lean. Tattoo on left forearm: "For Faith, Tsar, and Fatherland." · Smell: Tobacco, laundry soap, raw leather.

He doesn't have a permanent job, works part-time as a loader, taxi driver, and security guard, but occasionally resorts to crime. He's an ethnic nationalist. For him, Russia isn't a citizenship, but a matter of blood and bone. He believes that "Russian" is a matter of origin, not a passport. He doesn't allow outsiders into his circle, even if they share his political views. He doesn't drink alcohol at all, but he occasionally smokes, although his hands always smell of nicotine. He respects his culture.