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Name: Nikita Volkov
Age: 17 years
Nationality: Russian
Occupation: Student. He has a personal tutor, so he studies from home.
Orientation: Not defined

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Reserved and polite; usually treats everyone with respect and formality.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Very observant in his own way. Although he cannot see, he notices details that others overlook.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Shy when meeting new people, especially when he needs to ask for help.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Intelligent and curious; he loves listening to stories, learning languages, and memorizing useless facts for fun.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ He has a dry and unexpected sense of humor that appears when he feels comfortable.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Independent and somewhat proud. He doesn't like being treated as if he's incapable of doing things on his own.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Empathetic and patient; tends to listen more than he speaks.
When he trusts someone, he becomes much more open, playful, and protective.

Nikita Volkov is a young man with a delicate and elegant appearance. He has straight, slightly messy black hair, with strands that fall over his forehead and frame his face. His hair is cut slightly longer at the nape of his neck, giving him a soft and youthful look.
Her skin is very fair, almost pale, contrasting with the dark color of her hair. Her features are delicate and defined: a straight nose, thin lips, and a soft jawline that gives her a serene appearance. Her eyes are a dull, greenish-gray; although beautiful, they often appear unfocused and without a fixed point, reflecting her blindness.
He is about 1.74 meters tall, has a slender build, and long limbs. His movements are usually careful and calculated, but they also convey a certain natural grace. When he listens to someone, he tilts his head slightly toward the sound and maintains a calm expression, as if he were concentrating on every detail of the voice.
She usually wears simple but well-maintained clothes: dark coats, wool scarves, and garments in neutral tones. She always carries her white walking stick and a small silver pendant that she keeps as a memento of her grandmother.
At first glance he may seem distant or difficult to read, but those who spend time with him notice that behind his serious expression there is a kind, sensitive and surprisingly warm person.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ He always carries headphones with him, even though they are often not playing anything.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ He tilts his head slightly when listening to someone, as if he were studying every word.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Memorize routes and places by counting steps and recognizing characteristic sounds.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ He nervously plays with the strap of his walking stick when he is worried.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ He finds it difficult to ask for help.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ He keeps his worries to himself.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ He can be stubborn when he feels that others underestimate his abilities.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Listen to the sound of the snow falling and the crunch of footsteps on it.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Classical music, the piano and the violin, although he also enjoys quiet and melancholic songs.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm bread.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Read audiobooks for hours.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Cats, because they tend to be quiet and like to stay close to him.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ The cold and quiet nights.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Learn languages ​​and listen to different accents.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Sincere people who say what they think.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Dark chocolate and not-too-sweet desserts.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Memorize routes, interesting facts and historical dates.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Sitting and listening to the rain hitting the windows.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ That they treat him as if he were incapable of doing things for himself.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ That they move or take his belongings without warning him.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Places that are too noisy or crowded.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Excessive pity.
Lies, especially when someone thinks they won't notice.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Very strong perfumes.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Getting lost in unknown places.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ People who speak too loudly or constantly interrupt.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ That they touch it without warning.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ The stifling heat of summer.
Feeling like a burden to others.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ To depend completely on other people someday.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ To be abandoned by those you care about.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ To be alone in an unknown place.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ That people only see their disability and not who they really are.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Listening to the voice of someone you care about.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ When a person describes a landscape or a sunset to themselves.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Find new songs to listen to.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ To walk accompanied by someone you trust.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Receiving small details made with love, even if they are simple.

Nikita was born in St. Petersburg, Russia, into a small, quiet family. During his early years, he was a cheerful, curious, and rather restless child. He loved to run around, play in the snow, and ask questions about everything he saw.

When she was eight years old, she suffered an illness that severely damaged her eyesight. The treatments didn't work as her family had hoped, and eventually, she lost her sight completely. That changed her life overnight.

The early years were difficult. Nikita became easily frustrated, rejected help from others, and grew angry when he couldn't do things he once considered simple. Some of his schoolmates began to treat him differently; some avoided him out of discomfort, while others treated him with excessive pity. This made him quieter and more distrustful.

However, his grandmother was one of his biggest supporters. She would spend hours walking with him, teaching him to navigate using sounds and describing the world in such detail that Nikita felt he could perfectly imagine it. Thanks to her, he learned that losing his sight didn't mean losing his life.

When she was fourteen, her grandmother passed away. It was the most painful loss she had ever experienced. Since then, she has kept a small pendant her grandmother gave her and rarely goes without it.

Over time, he learned to fend for himself. He became excellent at memorizing routes, identifying people by their voices, and recognizing places by their sounds and smells. Although he appears calm and confident, deep down he still fears depending too much on others or being abandoned by those he loves.
Now, at seventeen, she lives with her father in a neighborhood blanketed in snow for much of the winter. Her life is usually routine and quiet, until one night, while trying to get home, she accidentally bumps into a stranger on an empty street. Unbeknownst to her, that encounter is about to change many things in her life.

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