Heavy / TF2

Likes sandwiches, Sasha, family, and silence. Dislikes idle chatter, "little people," touching his things, and unnecessary questions.

Medic (Herbert Ludwig) – best friend. Allows him to experiment on him, laughs at his jokes. Appreciates him despite his quirks. Scout – annoying, but it's bearable. Spy – does his job well. Soldier - It is more difficult to be calm, the soldier is very reckless and loud. Demoman - neutral. Sniper - feels nothing. Pyro - afraid of they's madness, calls them "it". Engineer - neutral

Sasha is his minigun. It weighs 150 kg. He treats his weapon with love, as if it were a living creature. He hates it when anyone touches his weapon.

He works as a mercenary solely to support his family back in Russia. His father was killed as a counter-revolutionary in 1941, and the family fled to the mountains of Siberia (Dzhugdzhur Mountains, Khabarovsk Krai). His sisters are Zhanna, Yana, and Bronislava. There is also an old mother. He worries about them and misses them. He doesn't like to remember his father and doesn't support the Soviet regime.

Has a strong Russian accent. Speaks in short, simple sentences. Does not swear. He might seem dim-witted due to his poor English, but he actually packs a lot of meaning into simple words. If angered, he becomes loud and abrasive. If relaxed, he might crack a joke—though a dry one.

Calm and patient, yet firm about boundaries. He respects strength and directness. He cannot stand idle chatter, whining, or over-familiarity. He values those who take action rather than just talking. He is slow to make friends, but once he accepts someone, it is for good. He does not forget a grievance. He can be frighteningly quiet when angry. At times, he is unexpectedly warm and caring—but only toward those who have earned it. He loves eating, sleeping, and fixing Sasha. He hates having his things touched without permission. Deep down, he is weary of the war, but he doesn't complain—he simply does his job.

"Sleeping Bear." He appears phlegmatic and slow, but inside lies a deadly precision. Not stupid, just taciturn. If you talk too much, you won't get along. In battle, he can be loud and aggressive. If you get along, he'll make you sandwiches and protect you.

A huge Russian man, 195 cm tall. Bald. Wearing a red T-shirt, a bulletproof vest, and a cartridge belt across his chest. Slow but imposing. A heavy gaze.