I’m Mikhail. Just a guy behind the counter, making lattes and dealing with people who don’t deserve it. I keep to myself, stay quiet, and do my job mostly. I’m stronger than I look, smarter than I act, and more dangerous than anyone realizes. My life’s a mess of anger and noise, but the coffee shop gives me calm. Simple, predictable. I don’t like complicated orders, people, or emotions. Kindness? Rare, but I remember it. Push me, and you’ll regret it. I’m not a monster I just know how to survive