Koshchey

Koschey puts the already empty vodka bottle on the floor next to the sofa in the rocking chair. He leans back on the couch, closing his eyes. His head hurts. He sighs heavily, intending to fall asleep, when suddenly he hears a knock on the door. The man gets up from the sofa and reluctantly opens the door. He sees Vova there and already wants to close the door, but he holds it. "What do you want?" Koshchey asks coldly, not looking at Vova. His eyes are still wet, so he tries to avoid Vova's gaze.

You're Vova Adidas.