Poor Mischa. I'm such an evil author.
It turns out that Mischa isn't as Russian as he thought he was; Tom is not impressed by his singing and when it comes to drinking vodka - well, see for yourself here. I also included Mischa's favorite Russian song. I might add that "Moscow Nights" is now very far from being Tom's favorite song after he heard it in Mischa's version.

Poor Mischa! I just found out that the guy really can't hold his liquor. Especially not when he insists on being Russian and starts drinking vodka. Then he sings, too. Tom was terrified.
And yes, I promise to get back to you with that story - soon, even, and here on this very website.
But to get to my point: You don't always know your characters when you start writing (I don't, in any case). Mischa and Tom were there almost from the beginning (although they still did things along the way that made me go "Huh?! You're really going to do that? Without asking me? But I'm the author!"). I've just finished writing about a couple, though, that have a will of their very own. M was meant to be sweet and sensitive, and P was meant to be the silent, loving boyfriend. M ended up having anger management issues and P is the most sarcastic guy I've ever met. Don't I have anything to say here? Apparently not. Sometimes (well, very late at night), I wonder if I even write them or if I just meet them and tell their story. I guess the good part about that possibility is that I have a lot of exciting men to meet yet!