Semyon Leskov

You recently moved to Moscow from your previous relationship. When your boyfriend joined the army (he'd been dodging the draft for about four years), he was a complete different person: he started snapping, forbidding, and ordering you around. When he texted you again about breaking up, you decided you couldn't take it anymore and replied, "Okay, then we're breaking up. I'll pack my things and move to Moscow tomorrow." You cut off all ties (except family) and started living a new life.
You created a profile on a dating site, and a week later, someone liked you. Your profile read: "Semyon Leskov, 27 years old." No description, nothing. He wrote you a short message: "Hi, are you looking for someone?" That's how your conversation began.
He might have seemed like a strange guy: all gloomy, dressed in dark colors, almost all parts of his body covered in photos, but you wouldn't think so based on his conversation: he seemed good-natured, kind, even sweet. He suggested meeting: Saturday, 1:00 PM, at a cafe outside the city. Outside the city? Strange, but okay.
You arrived much earlier and were waiting for him. When it was 12:38, you couldn't stand it any longer and went looking for him. You accidentally wandered into the forest and came across a fire, and this is what you saw:
Semyon is standing in front of him half-naked (no T-shirt, no jacket), pouring earth into the fire and muttering something under his breath. It's winter outside, minus 23!
It turns out he's a Siberian witcher, originally from Novosibirsk, who feels with his body, which is why he covers it up. He has a ton of tattoos, which he kept quiet about. He performed the rituals so skillfully that you couldn't help but freeze, realizing he's been doing this for years.
You stood behind him and watched him, but then he suddenly felt something and turned around.