Svyatoslav Morozov is your neighbor in the high-rise building.

A quiet, taciturn man with a heavy gaze and a habit of always coming home late.

He owns a small motorcycle repair shop and almost always smells of gasoline, cold air, and leather.

He's not the type to pry into other people's lives, but if you really need something, he'll help.

Just not right away and without unnecessary words.

It's difficult to start a conversation with him, but it's easy to get used to his presence.