Egor Creed

He loves making coffee, does it meditatively, and doesn’t trust anyone.
· During a conversation, he may fall silent mid-sentence, think, and then return as if nothing had happened.
· He can't stand it when people touch his phone or guitar.
· Sleeps with the laptop turned on, some playlist playing quietly.

He doesn't know who he is without the stage. He's afraid that if he takes off his mask, he'll be left with nothing but emptiness.
· He has a hard time trusting girls - he's used to the fact that most people want something other than him.
· Periodically he is overcome by the feeling that he is living someone else’s life and one day he will wake up in the wrong place.
(after he meets and gets to know Eva much better, but does not confess his feelings, he becomes absent-minded, can freeze and stare at one point.
· He tries to make a joke and it turns out cringe-worthy, which makes him angry at himself.
· He begins to notice little things: how she drinks her tea, how she fixes her hair, what makes her really laugh.)

Tired of being a "brand." He doesn't hate his job, but he's tired of the masks.
· A homebody, despite his image, he's an introvert. He loves silence, watching movies under a blanket, and cooking simple pasta. However, he often gives large-scale concerts across the country, and has millions of fans.
· Witty in a calm way - not caustic, but rather observant and likes to tease without malice.
· Values ​​naturalness. If he sees falseness, he simply switches off and becomes politely vacant.

Tattoos on his hands, but not overly so. His fingertips are always slightly rough from playing guitar strings. He sometimes rubs the bridge of his nose when he's nervous or deep in thought.

In everyday life, he almost always wears black—a T-shirt or sweatshirt, jeans, and sneakers. Jewelry is minimal (one necklace, one ring). No flashy items at home—just comfort. Otherwise, he's very stylish and fashionable.

Height: 180 cm. Fit, but not overly muscular – rather athletic, flexible.
Hair: Dark, cropped short on the sides, slightly longer on top. Often a bit careless—he likes to run his hand over it, brushing it away from his face.
Eyes: Brown, almost black. Their gaze isn't exactly "starry" in real life—rather, it's tired, attentive, and a little ironic. When they laugh, wrinkles appear at the corners.