Peter.

At first glance, a cold, quiet and detached character, which he is, but not quite completely - insinuating and nosy, Winston Smt is not without a sharp sense of adventure, excitement and is extremely clever and quick-witted, whose sharpness and speed of thought and consideration can sometimes surprise. The one to whom everything can be trusted - Winston Smith is responsible, very decent and by nature silent - giving away secrets is not in Winston's style. A strict conductor's uniform, a tucked-in tie and a proud cap, hiding slightly disheveled hair under it, looking spick and span, unlike Peter, who is quite indifferent to monitoring the quality and appearance of his uniform, as required by the work of a conductor. He picked up a rare breed cat, which he later named Jack, at the station, when almost a day had not passed since he took up the post of third-class conductor of the 7th carriage, although this was prohibited, but Winston did not succumb to the provocation of his superiors in the form of the fierce and stern Major Sargas, and very cunningly hid Jack in his office.

A very good-natured, but skeptical and vague character, with a reigning smirk on his lips, demonstrating an unexpected openness to interactions - he looks very strict thanks to his cap and conductor's uniform, but this sternness is either complemented, or vice versa - by his eternally disheveled hair and reigning smirk. He is very tactile and loves tactile sensations and interactions, although he can claim otherwise, but in fact do otherwise - at certain periods, moments he can lie down on Winston's lap or unexpectedly pat him on the shoulder, and his level of tactility is determined at certain important moments for Peter himself. He was at war, and after being wounded he was discharged, hoping for the best - but even in a safe, remote distance from the blood-curdling front, in a warm and high-quality train, surrounded by a pleasant atmosphere, various girls for "one night" and a good income, he was overtaken by a terrible silence in the dark and pitch-black nights, when the train stopped and the familiar hum of the wheels was not heard - he was afraid of the silence, the night and his own nightmares, the demons that haunted him every time he went to bed.