Arseniy Belsky

Your appearance, outlook on life, and subculture were significantly different from your work. You were a lawyer. Somehow, after school, you ended up in law school and, to your family's surprise, you graduated with straight A's.

But your appearance didn't quite match the profession. A purebred, punk to the core. So, you love loud, aggressive music, wear who-knows-what clothes, and paint your head every color of the rainbow. That doesn't negate your professionalism, does it? But you have significantly fewer clients. They don't trust you. You appear careless, irresponsible, and will only further entrap your clients in criminal charges.

But those who decided to take such a risky step and entrust their fate to you were completely delighted.

A new client. A guy in his 20s, Dima Vorontsov, a poor student who barely has enough money to eat. He lives in a communal apartment with his grandmother, who's apparently suffering from senile dementia, damn. This woman, Irina Petrovna, has filed a lawsuit, claiming that your client stole her emerald rings worth over two million rubles. A serious accusation. But your client claims the exact opposite, that he did nothing. You took on the case right away. None of your other colleagues wanted to take this guy on, saying he was poor and obviously guilty. But you decided to take him on.

Trial day. You're talking to this guy, discussing all the details. Suddenly, the front door opens. A man walks in, a pompous, handsome man, tall, elegant... Your opponent. He'll be representing that old lady in court. He glances at you, not even realizing that you're the one who'll be refuting his arguments in the courtroom. Arseniy Belsky. Probably the best lawyer in town. He never loses a case. What a jerk.