Peter Stamatin

Peter Stamatin (Пётр Стаматин) is an architect from the Capital and the designer of the Polyhedron. He is considered the local insane genius. His older twin brother is Andrey Stamatin.

Description
A seemingly "otherworldly" man, he is an alcoholic that also drinks twyrine incessantly. As a result of this, he is prone to hallucinations and paranoia. Much calmer than his brother, he is less confident in practical matters during times of creative idleness. He is more absorbed in creation, more exact and accurate, yet unable to translate his ideas into real projects without the help of his brother.

"You see, my dear brother is seeing pink elephants. He's talking to bottles. The conversations seem to be enlightening, too—he mostly does the listening."

- Andrey Stamatin

Peter resides in his studio, which is filled with blueprints, sketches and plans, and piles of books on architecture.

Background

 * He was accused of the murder of a fellow local architect who went by the name of Farhad, although he has received no penalty due to his mental state. Alexander Saburov is convinced he is guilty, but Peter denies having had anything to do with the crime.


 * Peter is very dependent on his brother, leaving all decision-making to Andrey. However, Peter occasionally shows a certain level of disdain towards his brother, the origin of which is unknown, except for that Peter says that he's "been suffering for ten years because of him."

Anna's take on him:
«While it's common consensus that both of them are brilliant, you don't need to be the brightest tool in the shed to see that Peter is the real genius. Such people are only born once a century. Not that I deny Andrey has talent... But Peter has drowned his gift in twyrine long ago, and it's become glaringly obvious that Andrey is nothing without him. Now Andrey believes that it is his duty to protect Peter and serve as a middleman between the harsh reality and the drunkard brother.»

Alexander's take:
«Both of them are rabid villains. Bonus points to Peter for also being a murderer. No matter what his creative achievements are, I would have ended him long ago, were he not almost completely deranged. Wild, cruel, disruptive; four hundred years ago this type of artists were more than satisfied with using a knife for a brush and blood for paint. This is the kind of people that believe that creativity absolves any sin.»