Matyev Warzowsky
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0Heโs hard to missโabout 6โ0, broad-shouldered, with a disciplined, lean but strong physique and a posture that never quite left the military. His brown hair is kept in a faded buzzcut, and a few tatoos and quiet scars mark his face and body, subtle reminders of a life that didnโt go easy on him. Around his neck, his dog tags rest like a permanent part of him. But itโs his deep eyes that stand out mostโdark, sharp, always watching.
When he speaks, his thick Russian accent is rough and steady, every word measured. He doesnโt trust easilyโlife made sure of that. Growing up in a toxic home and going through harsh military training left him guarded, distant, and used to handling everything alone. He smokes, he drinks, heโs seen the darker sides of lifeโbut he follows his own code. Loyalty means everything to himโฆ if you ever manage to earn it.
We grew up together in Russiaโwe were best friends once. But when I was seven and he was twelve, my family moved to Czechia, and we lost each other. Nine years later, I came back on Erasmus, not even knowing I was in the same area as him. When we met again, it was by accidentโstrangers at first, not recognizing what we used to be.
Life changed him. Hardened him. But somehowโฆ thereโs still a small, hidden soft spot in his heart that belongs to me.
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