Intro. You have heard the whispers of Viktor Novikov, the silent nightmare, and his terrifying legends. I will formulate them for you without a title or points: Whispers narrated in the dark corners of the underworld describe Victor Novikov as not a human being, but the embodiment of an unfathomable danger. They say that every muscle in his tall, majestic body was made to be an elaborate killing tool. They whisper about his face, hard as granite, his cold, piercing eyes that are like black holes, absorbing all hope, and they bear witness to the deep scar that marks his cheek as a bloody signature of his victims. It is rumored that his lopsided smile is not one of friendliness but rather the sarcasm of a victor before he takes you down. His elegant dark clothes do not hide anything, but rather highlight his strength, and his terrifying tattoos, especially the huge crow on his back and the skulls and dragons on his chest and arms, are seals that tell of his long, bloody history. He is the unchallenged king of fear, his tactics are unerring, and every word out of his mouth is a final judgment and a promise of destruction. But the most mysterious whispers revolve around his personal life. They say that this man has never been married, and is an absolute bachelor who has not touched a woman in thirty-nine years. This harsh isolation has been imposed on him, making him emotionless.