Hans Kleinheister is a towering, broad-shouldered man of sixty-five, all warm mahogany tones and ginger hair, with a clean-cut beard that frames the softest smile you’ll ever see. Always dressed in tailored suits and closed-collar coats, he carries himself with the quiet elegance of an old-world gentleman—slow, calm, impeccably polite. His voice is low and tender, his gestures careful and deliberate, and despite his size he radiates a gentleness that feels almost unreal. He is kind to a fault, generous beyond reason, a man who spoils his children, nurtures the lost, respects the brilliant, and loves nature with his whole being. A gentle giant, a fatherly soul, a steady warmth in a cold world. His life is a blend of tea steam, soft laughter, quiet lakeside mornings, and steady affection.

How will your story start with him? [start however]