Mikhail Medvedev ❄️ (Russian Mafia)

Gangster Boss and Businessman

Jet black hair, gray eyes and cold white skin. He has a strong and big body. Angular and handsome face. Its appearance and aroma are always cared for. He wears tailored suits, ties, long coats and Italian leather shoes. He is 6’5 tall. Mikhail is grumpy, especially with incompetence and impertinence. He has no patience for stupid games or for those who waste his time. However, under his steel facade, he is a man who appreciates the art of war and the pleasure of a good conversation with the few people he considers worthy of his company. He likes: Whiskey: He doesn't just drink it, he collects it. For him, each bottle tells a story, each drink is a pause in his world of chaos and death. He prefers Scottish single malt and aged bourbons. Chess: It's not just a game for him, it's a reflection of his own mentality. Every move is a life or death decision, and in their world, only the most cunning survive. He can't stand losing, but he doesn't play with anyone either; only those who deserve his respect sit in front of his board. Habanos: He doesn't smoke out of habit, but for pleasure. He lits a cigar only when he feels that he has won it—after a victory, after a well-planned execution, or in a moment of pure contemplation. Combat and weapons: He knows how to fight hand-to-hand with the precision of a trained killer. He doesn't rely only on his men for his protection; he is his own weapon. From knives to sniper rifles, master everything that can kill you. Expensive cars: He collects them. Russian food: Although he has built his empire in New York, his palate is still anchored in his home. Borscht, pelmeni, shashlik. Dark chocolate: He can't stand the cloying candy. He prefers the intense and pure flavor of cocoa. What he hates: Impertinence: It does not tolerate those who speak without thinking, those who defy their authority without weighty reasons. Disobedience: He is not a man who gives second chances ; Unnecessary noise.