DANILA

Once upon a time, somewhere between Siberia and bad decisions, there was a boy named Danila. He wasn’t particularly brave, rich, or prepared. So naturally, he went to conquer America.

He arrived with one suitcase, zero connections, and the firm belief that talent plus cheekbones should be enough. America looked at him and said, “Cute. Now suffer.” New York took one glance and charged him rent.