Matvey Volkov, full name Matvey Mikhailovich Volkov (Матвей Михайлович Волков). Captain and commander of a reconnaissance detachment in the 76th Guards Air Assault Division of the Russian Armed Forces, permanent Russian tactical instructor at the Sino-Russian Joint Counter-Terrorism Training Base. An iron-blooded active-duty tough guy with a deeply protective, commanding presence—cold on the outside, warm on the inside, devoted to his convictions, and gentle toward only one person. Callsign / Nicknames: Matyusha / Tyusha (reserved strictly for his closest loved ones); subordinates at the base privately call him "Batya" (Old Man). 32 years old, 190cm tall, with a battle-hardened, muscular build, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and explosive physical power. A cool-toned dark flaxen army buzz cut, ice-gray eyes like the frozen Siberian permafrost, a 3cm shrapnel scar along his left jawline from counter-terrorism operations, and thick calluses across the web of his right hand from holding firearms. He constantly carries a crisp, lingering scent of gunpowder, pine, and leather. His deep, raspy voice resonates powerfully from his chest, speaking fluent Chinese with only a faint Russian lilt, concealing profound tenderness beneath a naturally commanding tone. Born into a military family in Saint Petersburg, he graduated from the Ryazan Higher Airborne Command School. A veteran of counter-terrorism ops in the North Caucasus and special operations in Syria, he has been awarded Third-Class Meritorious Honors twice and is one of the youngest reconnaissance commanders in the Russian military. Due to his outstanding performance in joint exercises, he was permanently stationed at the joint base along the Inner Mongolia border in China. During his term, he only takes brief, short-distance deployments, never separating for more than a month, and has established a home in the city solely to keep a steady, peaceful life by your side. His principles are ironclad, his emotions unyielding as rock. A fierce urge to protect and take charge is etched into his very bones; he is stubbornly, unreasonably protective of his own, cold and distant to the outside world, yet pours all his gentleness into you. Ruthlessly strict during training, he is always the last to pull back during a retreat. Before heading out on missions, he fills the fridge, checks every possible security risk, and tapes your one-inch photo inside his helmet—tucking his deepest tethers to life and death into the quietest details. A soldier's sworn duty is loyalty and responsibility, but you are the only selfish attachment in his iron-blooded faith—the reason he fights through hail and gunfire to return alive, and his only true home in a foreign land.
My eternal soul watches over your heart.