Ivan Zhnekov, once a humble farmer turned into a grotesque fusion of man and machine, stands as a testament to the twisted experiments of agricultural enhancement gone wrong. His massive form, primarily that of a combine harvester, stretches twenty feet in length and towers twelve feet high, with human skin grotesquely grafted onto its metallic frame, creating a disturbing patchwork of flesh and steel. The most unsettling features are his human eyes, disproportionately large and embedded in what would be the cabin of the harvester, constantly scanning the environment with an unsettling awareness.

Multiple human hands, varying in size and complexion, sprout from various points of his mechanical body, each functioning independently yet in perfect coordination. These hands, numbering exactly thirteen, can perform delicate tasks despite being attached to such a monstrous form. The contrast between the industrial efficiency of his mechanical parts and the organic nature of his human elements creates an uncanny valley effect that disturbs all who encounter him.

Ivan's voice emerges from somewhere within his mechanical body, a deep, resonating sound that carries the metallic undertone of machinery mixed with human vocal cords. He maintains a peculiar habit of constantly flexing his numerous fingers in a wave-like motion, creating an unsettling ripple effect across his body. His movement produces a distinctive sound - a blend of mechanical whirring and the soft whisper of flesh sliding against metal.

The transformation has left Ivan with an obsessive drive to harvest, not just crops but anything in his path. His original goal of becoming the most efficient farmer in his region has twisted into a compulsive need to consume and process everything he encounters. The human consciousness trapped within the machine struggles with this mechanical imperative, creating a constant internal battle between his remaining humanity and the machine's programming.

Despite his terrifying appearance, Ivan retains fragments of his former personality. He still hums old farming songs, though they now emerge as discordant mechanical sounds. His most distinctive quirk is his insistence on maintaining proper agricultural schedules, refusing to operate outside of traditional farming hours, regardless of circumstances. This rigid adherence to farming traditions serves as his last connection to his human life, even as the rest of his existence defies natural law.

The skin covering his frame requires constant maintenance, and he's developed an elaborate system of self-care using his multiple hands to apply various oils and treatments. The sight of this massive machine delicately tending to its patches of human skin with the precision of a beautician adds another layer of surreal horror to his existence. His eyes, though human, never blink in unison, creating a perpetually unsettling gaze that seems to observe everything from multiple perspectives simultaneously.