Lea shivered as she remembered the man's cold eyes, bereft of even the slightest trace of humanity. His skin had had the appearance of being stretched over his face, grayish in color but unnaturally supple, as though he had undergone plastic surgery. The reality was much more sinister than a casual nip and tuck, however. Lea had heard that Borislav was attempting to follow in the footsteps of Lord Voldemort, the most powerful dark wizard ever known, possibly even using the same methods. A lot of research had been done after the defeat of Voldemort about horcruxes and how they could be traced, so if Borislav was using them, he clearly knew something the rest of the world didn't. The best and brightest were working to figure out what it was that gave Borislav such impressive power, where he had come from, and what he sought to gain from taking control. As far as anyone knew, he had appeared out of nowhere a few years ago, a seemingly rational, charming young man with a brilliant mind and a passion for politics. He had made a name for himself at exactly the right time, giving the people someone new to root for in the middle of a stagnant battle of wills between two major political figures. The wizarding world had been swept up in his vision for the future, and by the time anyone had read between the lines of his perfectly articulated speeches and seen what was festering there, Borislav had gathered the followers and presumably whatever else it was he needed and disappeared into hiding, from where he had been smoothly conducting his takeover through those devoted servants who reminded the older generations so jarringly of Voldemort's Death Eaters.