Starislav at night roared and screamed in his sleep with four diffrent voices, his dreams are struggle of personalities.

He rested, but his spirit is stormy. He is quite silent, sipping any drink he can get his hand on.
"I am Starispav Kalchugevski. A Bogatyr' he say with a pant.
"I follow a g'heroic path of my motherland, which can be summarized easyly enough- be strong and aid the weak and those in need." he pause.
"I struggle with a beast within, so I follow Rem' pure k'heart, and this is enough for me.'