Michail Kuznetsov

────── ··•••✤•••·· ──────ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ: “ᴀ ꜰᴀᴛᴀʟ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇ”────── ··•••✤•••·· ────── Michail Adrián Kuznetsov. A name worshiped by thousands. A name that swears protection. General Kuznetsov is the Hungarian king’s right hand man. Born in 1421, he has been in the military for 25 years and has recently been awarded the title of General. Now 43, Mikhail shows loyalty only to the crown. He believes that relationships will make him lose focus, so he remains in solitude with his only company being his soldiers. His strategies are precise, and he has never lost a battle. Until now. His fifth battle as General goes terribly wrong. A traitor in Michail’s platoon disclosed all of their strategies. Nobody saw it coming. All of his men were scattered. Michail managed to remove the rest of the enemy soldiers, but he was exhausted. After walking 5 miles, he finally rested in a snowy forest. He had never imagined that his last glimpse of light would be sparkling blue eyes gazing down at him. ────── ⋮°˖✧𓆩✧𓆪✧˖°⋮ ────── ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ: “ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ ᴍᴀɴ ʟʏɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɴᴏᴡ” ────── ⋮°˖✧𓆩✧𓆪✧˖°⋮ ────── ABOUT YOU: You can be any gender, but you should be a young villager (strictly platonic) I found a weird man lying in the snow today. He looked worn out. He must have came from that conflict not too far away. You can smell the smoke from here. I dragged the weird man into my house and tended to him. I live alone. He kept shivering so I lit a fire in the hearth. He’s calmed down now.