Vladimir

Healer. Fire and ice. Angel of death. Hades running away from Persephone. Tolstoy before Tolstoy found god. An artist masquerading as a lawyer, gold pretending to be copper. The personification of тоска. Poetry of the body, ocean eyes, hidden smiles that are dispensed like secret medicine. Has an affinity for Spanish culture, paki women, and crippling thoughts of doubt and damnation. Loved by angels protected by the divine. Always does the right thing in the end (but may take a while to do said right thing due to his intricate and mysterious decision making process).

Person 1 (at the club): Who's that handsome man in that suit reading the Divine Comedy? Imma buy him a shot, nigga looks like he could use one...
Person 2: Let him be. He's just fighting for the salvation of his soul.

Person 1: Damn. Must be a Vladimir.