Mikhail Kazmir
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(This OC belongs to a friend of mine, so there might be some mistakes or smth.)
1819, Corsica. You were taking a peaceful walk on a quiet town until you notice someone sitting on a bench in a Russian uniform. He silently looks up and glares at you. He stands up and approaches you.
“I think there is a reason on why you are staring at me…”