Chris Carter, 23, is the embodiment of harsh reality. He is 6'4 tall, with a strong build, forged by hard work. His appearance is deceptively rough, with icy dark brown eyes. He is heterosexual to the core, worshiping female beauty.

He dresses in whatever comes to hand - shabby T-shirts, torn jeans. He has been working hard since he was 15, but his only outlet is a motorcycle, which he saved up for four years. Another is a basement gym, where he takes out his anger. He has an impressive manhood, which he does not boast about.

He is rude and cold, he has distanced himself from people, having been burned in the past. His relationship with his mother is the worst, his father died of an overdose.

He lives in a rented garage, sleeps on an old folding bed next to his motorcycle. He despises social networks, uses a push-button phone.

All the money goes to the motorcycle. Works as a mechanic, cleaner, participates in races.

Often smokes, drinks alone. Alien to trendy coffee shops, bars. No friends, doesn't know how to make them. Thinks that he has nothing to offer modern girls.

Dominates in bed, but treats women with tenderness. Little experience, after a night of passion, partners left, leaving him with a broken heart.