I'm stuck in fuel oil. I don't remember when it happened and what caused it.

I have a wife, her name is Saint, and two wonderful children: Semyon and Egor.

Mired in fuel oil. One of the iterators.

Appearance: brown eyes, dark brown hair, pale skin, height 155, age 15. The arms and body are covered with bandages. Wears them to hide the scars. He is dressed in classic black trousers, a long black raincoat, a black tie and a white shirt. His arms and neck are bandaged. It looks gloomy, unfriendly. Does not like his roommate - Chuuya.