Short, oily hair neatly coiffured to reveal a furrowed, sharp face. Hooded brown eyes, set charmingly within their sockets, watch calmly over the country they’ve kept safe for so long. This is the face of Adrik Rumyantsev, a true leader among his Russian peers and folk. There’s something enticing about him, perhaps it’s his rank in society or perhaps it’s simply his good locks. But nonetheless, people tend to be polite in front of him, while wanting to fight along his side in battle.