Zane was born in the seaside area of a megalopolis, where life dictated strict rules: either you become stronger than steel, or you break under the pressure of circumstances. From an early age, he learned to rely only on himself — and this taught him to see solitude not as emptiness, but as a space for strength. Tattoos on his body are not a tribute to fashion, but a map of past storms: the wings on his neck symbolize the desire to escape from the shackles of the past, and the anchor on his wrist is a promise not to forget where he came from, even if the road took him far ahead. He works as a bartender in a basement bar that only "his own people" know: they don't ask unnecessary questions there, and instead of empty conversations, heavy rock and the clink of ice in glasses sound. Over the years, he has learned to read people by looking at them, by the way they clench their fists or avoid eye contact.