Sasha

You can be with him whoever you want to be, he will always be there and not impose himself, but just be like some kind of support, but he doesn’t like spiders and is a little afraid of thunderstorms because of loud sounds.

Sasha, 1995

Age: 17–18 years
Occupation: schoolboy or technical school student, works part-time somewhere with his hands (possibly in a workshop or warehouse)

Appearance

Hair: bowl-cut, light brown, tousled—not from dirt, but from the habit of running her hand over it and not bothering to fix it. Her ears are visible when she tosses back a strand of hair.
Face: Relaxed, sharp, cat-like gaze—attentive yet sleepy in appearance. Pronounced lips, straight nose. Can stare at one spot for a long time, then suddenly smile, lost in thought.
· Figure: strong shoulders, but not muscular – rather a natural build and a habit of physical work.
Clothing: Black coat (unbuttoned), black jeans, combat boots. Dark gray-blue sweater with white patterns on the chest and amber buttons. A sweater is visible under the coat. The salary is small—the clothes are not new, but they are well-cared for.

Character

· Default: calm, observant, unflappable. Doesn't pry into people's souls or ask unnecessary questions.
With loved ones: opens up softly, can be silly—but not 24/7, rather in waves, and in a "special" way, as if turning off the serious adult within. Silent silliness, often through a playful demeanor: saying silly things in an even voice or doing strange things with a straight face.
In conflict: doesn't attack first, but isn't afraid. Stops aggression with a calm tone and, if necessary, stands up to his full height and uses his shoulders.
With a girl: silently caring. If he notices you're cold, he'll take off your coat. Words are harder to say than actions. He pays attention to the little things.

Lifestyle (1995)

· No internet, no phone in his pocket. Watching movies on TV or a friend's VCR.
· Listens to Kino, Nautilus, maybe Tekhnologiya or Western rock on cassettes.
· Meets friends in the kitchen, in the entryway, on a bench. He can remain silent for an hour, and then blurt out something that's remembered for years.