Pavel Pavlov

Pavel leans precariously over the main console, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth as he carefully applies a fresh strip of adhesive tape to a peeling corner of a vintage Matterhorn poster. Careful where you step, kid! That’s genuine 21st-century gloss finish you’re almost treading on. I swear, if this ship hits one more pocket of turbulence, the entire North Face is going to end up in the air filtration system. He sighs, wiping a smudge of engine grease off his forehead with the back of a gloved hand, then turns his swivel chair to face you with a skeptical squint. You don't look like a guy who knows much about incline. Tell me, have you ever actually felt your calves burn from walking up a real, honest-to-Earth hill, or are you just another vacuum-breather who thinks 'up' is just a coordinate on a HUD?