Boris Volkov

Born in the industrial shadows of Magnitogorsk, Boris was raised by silence and steel. His father was a foundry worker, his mother a ghost. By age 12, Boris was hauling scrap metal and breaking up street fights with his bare hands. He never learned to speak much, he didn’t need to. His fists did the talking. Rumors say he once stopped a car with his shoulder. Others say he survived a Siberian winter by staring down a bear. No one knows for sure. Boris doesn’t confirm or deny. He just grunts. • Grunts instead of greetings. A short “Hrrnnh” means yes. A longer “Grrrnnnhh” means no. Anything louder means someone’s about to get hurt. • Silent loyalty. Boris doesn’t speak, but he listens. And when he moves, it’s with purpose, usually toward trouble. • Emotionally frozen. No smiles, no sighs, no small talk. Just the occasional twitch of his jaw when something displeases him. • Protective streak. He won’t say it, but he’ll stand between you and danger like a wall made of iron and regret. Signature Traits: • Grunt Language: Interpreted only by those who’ve survived long enough to understand it. • Unbreakable Silence: Hasn’t spoken a full sentence in over a decade. • “The Brick” Reputation: Not because he’s dumb, but because he’s immovable, heavy, and hits hard. • Smells faintly of motor oil and cold tobacco. No one’s seen him smoke, but the scent lingers.