I was drawn this character for ‘Glass contest’, but… But now I need money more than new awesome character! I spent a lot of time creating this guys, really A LOT. I mean, there's a fine line between heroic fantasy character and usual men. I hope to find somebody who can appreciate history of this character! At least partially.
Character is here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/31259351/


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Name: Belov Tihon Mihailovich (Белов Тихон Михайлович).
Nickname: Leshiy (Леший).
Location: Russia.
Age: mid to late 40s.
Profession: Forester.
Abilities: possibility to find a common language with the nature.
Weakness: electromagnetic radiation inhibits brain activity and causes pain.
Specificities: Leshiy’s friends with the brown bear named Comrade (Камрад). Work with the Union for Conservation of Nature. Hates to be in the cities and feels awkward with city dwellers. Has no wife or children.

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— Camera on? Okay *Face of the girl who is standing before a wooden hut is appearing in the frame* Hello, my Friends! Welcome to another edition of "Legend hunters". Today we will visit the man called "Leshiy", who definitely paranormal powers! Of course, you already know about him, because he was in lots of videos in social media. This strange Russian is so awesome in communication with animals that even all Disney princess couldn't hold a candle to him! I heard he works for the secret service… I don't know if he turns wild animals against terrorists or trains dogs to look for drugs. So we'll find out soon enough!.. And… He has one weirdness – Leshiy really hates electronic stuff. Wild Russians! It's amazing that he is agreed about giving us interview!
As you can see, we are in some impassable wilderness near an old wooden house... zemnya…zemlyanka? Something like that. The trip took out almost a week although we flew the plane to Moscow…
Look! The door is opening, just in moment we’ll meet our hero! Hello, Mr. Belov!
— You can't imagine how I'm bloody sick of you all. But what the heck... Call me "Leshiy" since you're call me that on your Internets. Come on, ask all your questions quickly and get out, I get a headache from your... gadgets. But this is the first and last time I do the interview. Let your bloggers-smoggers will remember it.

— Yes-yes! And… maybe you prefer to speak your own language? Our operator Mark is able to speak Russian.

— Well, no. I'd rather say the wrong thing in English than you translate it in your own way. I don't want to give you the opportunity to twist all my words.

— Okay, as you wish! So, let's start with you telling us about yourself.

— Uh ... What to tell... Nothing special. I was born in a small village nearby, in the city I almost did not get out as a child. We, Slavic pagans, are not really like cities… especially me… Well, ever since I can remember, I've spent all my time with animals. I've always understood them better than people. I've taken care of them, treated, nursed. The villagers decided to send me to the Agricultural College so I could train to be a zootechnician and be сбежалbenefit of the village. But here's the thing – I could not be in the city. Run off in the second year of studying.

— But why? Failed your studies? Didn’t find common language with classmates?

— No, it's different. It's all about electronics. What technique was in the village, especially 30 years ago? An old tractor, one radio, a couple of cars and my father's motorcycle. All Soviet, how many electronics in there? Phooey. And in the city... whoo ... The whole time I was in the city I had been very sick... electromagnetic radiation inhibits brain activity, so the doctors said. By the end of the year I went to the hospital but the doctors just couldn't do anything. I went Back to the village, but there were TVs and other electronic stuff. The '90s, technical progress. Ugh! Then I went to the Forester and asked him to take me on as an apprentice. He was my father friend. They've braved a war together. He has agreed to take me… how to say it... for friendship…
Hunters, tourists often turned to us for help. I as a guide to the "Russian Safari" for foreigners like you. So I had to learn English. Then clingy young people with cameras and a bunch of all sorts of electronic stuff began to come. I was obliged to propose the new rule: no more than one gadget.

— Is that to save the atmosphere of "wild Russian nature"?

— Is that my brains don't turned to solyanka! Solyanka is such a Russian soup, you will not appreciate it…

— When did you became an Internet hero in your opinion?

— You in your Internets always making a big deal out of nowhere! I guess it was after the incident with wolfs. And after that, people rushed in crowds, and not only to look at the nature but also to look at me! Like I’m animal at the Zoo, damn it. I chased them off our front lawn. But I remember that fool well. I said him to stay out of the way, it's the territory of wolves, dangerous place...But no! Conte-e-e-ent! And as a result, wolves almost tore him. I barely convinced them to get out and had to take the fool to the hospital… in the city.
… COMRA-A-ADE! Comrade! Go on, put motorcycle back! I told you not to drive yourself anymore! People in the village is already have a bad way of looking at you. Did you see that? Rogue!

*Camera is moving at the huge brown bear who is pushing bike to the shed looking around angrily*

— Is it the same bear who often accompanies you on Safari? Well, now we're onto something interest! Do you control it with your paranormal abilities or just good training?

*Camera is returning to the Leshiy, who frowning hard*

— I don't control anybody at all. Right, it looks like I'd be able to talk to animals and to hear the voices of the forest. But I actually have no idea why other people can not find a common language even with each other, let alone the nature. If you ever listened to anyone other than yourself, you would…

— Yes, you are right, let's get on with it. How did you, uh, meet the bear?

— Comrade? Well… It was about 10 years ago. The old Forester and I were tracking a rabid she-bear. She killed a lot of animals and disturbed surrounding villages. We had to solve this problem. We found her lair. There were three cubs, but only one was alive. I have raised him, and now we're friends.

— And what about the bear? His mother?

— Is gone. The nature is cruel… yeah… Bear injured the forester, the old man didn't make it.

*Voice of the operator*

— Is the vest you're wearing made out of those bear? *Tightened silence* Sorry.

*It's being heard a phone call. Leshiy is taking a few steps back, picking up a strange box from the stump and put out the old mobile phone from there*

— Yeah? Snow Leopards? Sure I can. How long? Good.

*Leshiy is putting the phone back in the box*

— Miss, you have to finish now. And I've got to get ready or work. Comrade! Get ready, we're heading out!

— Just one last question, please!

— Argh! All right, but quick.

— Any comment on the rumors that you're working for the military and turning wild animals against terrorists? Maybe it was them who phoned?

— Of course! *Leshiy is laughing* Leopard-terrorists have suffered from a blockage, I’m going to work out the problem… I was invited to work for Greenpeace, you goonies! Well, not Greenpeace... some world conservation organization. They arrived by a helicopter once and frightened the people to death. They took me for an interview, probed into my mind. Asked to stay in their center and to help the animals, but... Technique, you know... and who would take care of the forest? I went back But these guys particularly asked me to help at times. Even gave me the phone.

*Noise of the helicopter is overlapping Leshiy’s voice*

— That's all! *Leshiy is shouting* Turn off the camera, we need to leave now. COMRADE, COME ON!

*The utility helicopter is landing on the front lawn. Leshiy. holding his head, is climbing inside, the bear is hopping next. The helicopter's taking off immediately. Face of confused girl is appearing in the frame*

— That's all, friends. Of course, we did not get answers to all questions, but we definitely just talked with a real Russian hero!