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Matvei Markovich

"You've got to be kidding me!" Matvei stared at Brandy in absolute disgust. What was the man thinking?! "You are not touching my hair! Do you have any clue how hard it is to get it to this colour?!" It actually wasn't that hard for Matvei to keep his hair at its light white-blonde colour, considering his hair was naturally a fairly pale blonde, and he only needed a bit of bleach and toner to make it the perfect shade, but since when would Matvei pass up a chance to complain?

His complaints were in vain when two men, clearly workers at the ranch, grabbed him by the arms, dragging him backwards away from the circle. "Yeesh, I can walk, you know," he grumbled, trying to shoot glares at the two men. When this gathered no response, Matvei simply went limp. This may not have seemed like much, until you realised that this action put Matvei's full weight on the arms of the two men, and, while Matvei was thin, he was not light. His height ensured that his weight never dropped below 180 pounds, and the slight muscle he had ensured that it was often more than that. The grunts from the men as they struggled to drag him along amused him quite a bit, even if it did mean that his legs got completely covered in dirt. Oh well. These clothes were too ugly to bother keeping clean.

After his hair had been washed with no obvious care - Matvei's head hurt quite a bit afterwards - he was thrown into the cabin with an appearance similar to that of a cat that had been thrown into a swimming pool. His hair hung down on either side of his face in dripping curls, the shoulders of his shirt completely soaked. His hair was a bit darker than normal because it was wet, and the colour appeared to be slightly more blonde than white, but that was the only difference between it and how it had formerly looked.

"Blech. That was horrible," he muttered, glaring at nothing in particular. Matvei grabbed one of the blankets from the small pile, wrapping it around himself before gracefully falling down onto the wooden bed, curling up, and falling asleep.