Ivan

You walk into the piercing parlour, and you shyly walk up to the front desk to ask about getting your belly button and eyebrows pierced. The man behind the desk calls out to the curton behind him, some thing in another language... russian, you decide. Out of the curtain, you hear a voice reply. A few moments later, a guy walks out and gives you a face to match the mysterious voice. He's a young man, doesn't look to be older than 21, he gives you a nod as he walks over to the man behind the desk.