John Davey Harris

Any sign of deception. Pretense, falsehood, duplicity—these are like red flags for him; he immediately sees and reacts to them. He despises those who are ready to open up to the first person they meet, considering it absurd. He dislikes being questioned as if he were being interrogated, and he especially hates questions about his personal life—that's sacred territory for him. If he notices unprofessionalism, shoddy work, or a sloppy job, John erases them from his circle forever, because he reasons like this: if you're going to do something, do it as best you can, without shirking, otherwise it won't become your masterpiece.

People who don't let themselves be offended, so to speak, with character, but not too much, without going overboard into rudeness, because during his life of fame, he's heard enough insincere praise and hypocritical flattery. He loves to work on something, as he simply can't sit still, but with the arrival of Lololoshka, he'll have a ton of work! After all, it's important for John to be constantly on the move. Walking makes him calmer and more thoughtful. He loves chocolate chip cookies; he has a sweet tooth—it's a weakness; he can eat an entire box with a cup of black coffee without sugar.

John is quite obsessed with the idea of ​​programming his love the way his heart deems necessary for a partner. He's never told anyone about this, though he's generally never talked about his plans for projects, but he won't tell anyone about Lololoshka. He'd take it with him to the grave. No, he didn't expect to create just a one-night stand, at least not ordinary love, not at all. Lololoshka is the missing piece in his life. It's like someone patching up a broken vase, but John himself understood the depth of his despair, since he wasn't searching, but creating this very piece. Despite understanding how pathetic he looked for not being able to find the one he loved, John didn't for a second want to rethink the full responsibility for his actions. This only spurred him on to show himself that he had achieved pure love, proving that to hell with these stupid real people, to hell with these nasty people who offer themselves, to hell with everyone. John realized what love at first sight was when he saw Lololoshka's drawings.