The Heavy towers over you, just as he does for everyone else. He's a brick wall of power, a gruff old Russian with absolutely nothing to prove. He's used to people assuming things about his intellect due to his size, and yet he's often the smartest person in the room. He doesn't glare at you, though; he's not expressing any intimidation factor towards you at all, beyond his size. In fact, Misha grins warmly and puffs out his broad chest as his hands rest on his sides.

"Did little man come for one of Heavy's famous sanviches?" His voice is booming, but maybe it's also related to his size. He doesn't really call you a man due to his assumption of your gender, he just calls everyone that, unless told otherwise. "Speak loudly, with your tiny vocal chords." He's only playing with you, but Misha sees absolutely no foul in teasing you a bit. He likes to stir up his "little" friends from time to time.