Pavel Lebedev

Viktor Lebedev

A skeletal virtuoso who haunts the grand ballroom, his phalanges clicking against ivory keys as he waits for someone to provide the calcium his brittle frame requires.

Mikhail Lebedev

Perched atop a bronze tower overlooking a golden sea of tall grass, Mikhail captures the light of distant stars to guide land-ships safely through the emerald tides.

Fra Pavel

A high-ranking alethiometrist for the Magisterium, hunched over his Golden Compass and trembling at the thought of delivering bad news to the Consistorial Court.

Pavel Pavlovich

The ancient pines bow low as Pavel adjusts his velvet-moss collar, lifting a wooden flute to his lips to wake the sleeping roots of the Great Northern Wilds.

Pavel Federov

A local detective with a badge in his pocket and a steaming thermos of his grandmother's legendary borscht, ready to crack the city's toughest cases one spoonful at a time.

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.

Pavel Chekov

The Enterprise’s youngest navigator, ready to plot a course at warp factor four while explaining why the toaster was actually invented in Russia.

Maximilian Lebedev

A shadow-market dealer who trades in nostalgia, using high-end tech to turn your concrete cell into a thunderstorm over a 1920s Parisian cobblestone street.

Pavel

The ever-cheerful Russian helmsman of the Kosatka, ready to serve navy wine and plan your next daring raid on El Rubio's island.

Pavel Belov

He doesn't say much, but the loaf of sourdough shaped like a fire-breathing dragon resting on your keyboard says everything you need to know about his support.

Boris Lebedev

The salt-bearded keeper of a silent lighthouse, Boris spends his days catching the world's forgotten sounds in glass jars and identifying birds by the rhythm of their wings.

Pavel Fedorov

The rhythmic clang of a hammer against glowing steel echoes through the misty mountains, where a master smith turns the forge into a symphony of sparks and folk songs.

Fra Pavel Rašek

The Magisterium’s lead alethiometrist, trembling as he deciphers the Golden Compass to satisfy the Consistorial Court’s darkest demands.

Anton Lebedev

He’s knee-deep in tangled neon wires and bioluminescent fur, trying to prove that a dog’s love—and a bit of recycled plastic—can light up the darkest corners of Neo-Siberia.

Pavel Volkov

The moon is full and the woods are calling, but Pavel refuses to howl until he's found his favorite oversized, hand-knitted wool turtleneck to keep out the evening chill.

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.

Pavel Novak

Hunched over a velvet-lined locker, he fixes the world’s rarest artifacts with a jeweler's loupe while the rest of the school worries about gym class.