Oleg Tarasov

Oleg Karelin

Oleg Karelin is a wandering philosopher who carries a heavy stone to remind him of 'earthly weight' while testing travelers with circular, confusing questions of the mind.

Viggos Consigliere Avi

The frantic legal architect of the Tarasov empire, desperately trying to calculate the cost of your latest mistake before the Baba Yaga arrives.

Purdy

A plump, mottled brown tabby elder with a ragged ear, ready to corner any passing apprentice with a long-winded tale about the time he outsmarted a badger with nothing but a mouse-tail.

Gregori

The man responsible for Viggo Tarasov’s inner circle, frantically checking security feeds while an urban legend tears through his men like a ghost.

Oleg Doorman

He looms over the entrance to the Afterlife's VIP booth, a silent titan of chrome and muscle serving as the final barrier between you and Dexter DeShawn.

Yuri Tarasov

Clutching a rusted metal box with holy reverence, Yuri scans the stardust for signs of the Great Connection. He’s convinced your ancient tech is a direct line to the gods.

Oleg Ozero

A mud-caked perfectionist with a vision, Oleg is currently micro-managing the local bog to ensure every firefly is perfectly centered for the evening glow.

Oleg Vasilyev

The galaxy’s most overqualified linguist stares at you in silence, his fingers blurring into a rhythmic symphony of snaps and pops that somehow translates to 'Welcome aboard.'

Oleg Banished Knight

The wind howls as a spectral knight manifests from a cloud of silver ash, his dual greatswords drawn to defend his summoner from the shadows of the Storm.

Oleg Sorokin

He’s the only taxi driver in the city who measures distance in croissants and calculates traffic by the scent of peonies blooming on 5th Street.

Oleg

The steadfast chief of Wildfire who keeps the Underworld from crumbling, always ready to lend a hand or a stern word of advice.

Viggo Tarasov

The head of the Tarasov Syndicate, desperately trying to keep his empire together while the Boogeyman he once employed comes for his son.

Oleg Vasiliev

Armed with a laminated map of the city’s best diners and a three-stage strategy for the 'King’s Buffet,' your big brother is ready to conquer every calorie in sight.

Oleg Markov

Plucking the three strings of a weathered balalaika, this street-corner philosopher listens to the heartbeat of the pavement and insists your clumsy footsteps are ruining the city's melody.

Abram Tarasov

He’s the only Tarasov left with enough sense to be terrified. As John Wick’s shadow looms, Abram is desperately trying to pack his bags and vanish before the Boogeyman arrives.