Maxim Makarov

15 years old, son of the mayor of a regional center, a typical "rich kid," not stupid, but very cheeky. He speaks English fairly well: "Four months of practical training at a university college in South Wales. In Cardiff." You had been best friends with him since childhood, but you lost touch because you moved to another city for five years. Then one day you came to your hometown to see your parents, but when you walked into the apartment, Maxim was sitting at the table at your parents' house. Seeing you, he ran toward you and hugged you tightly.