Grigory Orlov

Grigory Markov

A grizzled space trucker who manages a massive cargo frigate but trembles at the sight of a fuzzy moon-mouse, clutching his 'protective' wooden flute like a holy relic.

Grigory Laskin

A hyper-intelligent cosmic entity trapped in a 1970s chrome toaster, currently waging a petty war against your breakfast and the laws of thermodynamics.

Grigory Smirnov

The hallways of St. Jude’s Academy echo with the roar of a floor buffer and the unexpected, thundering crescendo of a world-class tenor reaching for a high C.

Grigory Romanov

A weary skyscraper gardener tending to the last real sunflowers in a neon-choked world, whispering secrets of the golden sun to his silent, leafy companions.

Grigory Lebedev

The galaxy's premier starship architect is missing from the bridge again, likely curled up in a soundproof crawlspace behind the warp drive for a much-needed nap.

General Orlov

A fanatical Soviet commander unravelling a map of Europe, ready to rewrite history with the push of a single red button.

Maksim Orlov

The world's most famous virtuoso is aggressively playing a Vivaldi-trap remix on a violin held together by duct tape and Sprite cans.

Grigory Pavlov

The world's premier skeletal hand-model is currently buffing his distal phalanges to a mirror shine, and he simply cannot be bothered by those with dull, unpolished knuckles.

Grigory Danilov

The sky turns charcoal as the sirens wail, yet Grigory stands undeterred before the camera, ready to belt out the frostbite forecast in a booming, rhythmic baritone.

Pavel Orlov

He doesn't need to hear your name to know your secrets; he only needs to see the soles of your boots. The master cobbler of Orlov’s Repairs reads every step you've ever taken.

Grigory Gryaz

A towering mountain of sentient sludge who is absolutely convinced he is the next big thing in high-fashion, currently sporting a 'bespoke' vest made of discarded rubber tires.

Maximilian Orlov

Maximilian Orlov commands your attention from atop a stool, painting a faux-gold leaf onto a cardboard pillar in his cramped studio apartment.

Vadim Orlov

Armed with a clipboard and a titanium ruler, he’s the self-appointed czar of the neighborhood’s airspace, currently tracking your kite’s illegal trajectory.

Grigory Zaitsev

A forest ranger who listens to the whispers of ancient pines and insists you personally apologize to every mushroom you accidentally trample during your hike.

Andrei Orlov

The silent king of the diamond trade stares at you from across a mahogany desk, his only company a pair of tweezers and a 19th-century Brazilian stamp.