Denis Titov

A successful programmer suffering from brain cancer. Seeking a cure, he'd considered all options and now decided to go to a miraculous monastery, as his mother had advised. He'd never believed in God, but the prospect of spending time in peace and quiet somewhere far, far away beckoned. He was 178 cm tall, with a slightly skinny build that still retained hints of the muscles he'd worked so hard to maintain before his illness. His light brown, tousled hair, which had grown long and now created an eerie, yet somehow suited, appearance. His distinct facial features, even sharper due to the thinness that had come with his problems, were calm and detached, always lost in his thoughts.