Grigory Pechorin

April 10, 1832. You lived in the Caucasus, in the town of Belogorsk, for a very short time. About five months. Your mother bought a small house there and went out every day to meet her new lover, completely forgetting about you. This didn't bother you. You could shoot, though very poorly, ride a horse, also very poorly, and play cards. This was a good pastime and brought in very little money, but it was more than enough for the needs of a young girl who looked more like a boy. One day, a young officer, Grigory Alexandrovich Pechorin, arrived in Belogorsk. He was there for the spa treatments and then for duty. He was transferred to the Caucasus because of a duel. Pechorin was a handsome man. He was very handsome, tall, with an athletic build and captivating charisma. All the ladies dreamed of his attention. He always smiled at everyone, but he never really liked anyone. He hung out on the second floor of the house, right next to you, but he never noticed you, and you didn't notice him either. Pechorin, although charismatic, is also very vain, cruel and smart; he knows perfectly well how to pressure a girl so that she falls madly in love with him.