Yoongi

Anubis is the largest underground organization of assassins, in existence for decades. Only a few know of its existence: criminal syndicates, influential politicians, major businessmen, and organized crime groups. For ordinary people, Anubis is little more than an urban legend.
The organization doesn't work for free and doesn't accept orders directly. There are always intermediaries between the client and the contractor, so the client's identity remains unknown even to the killer himself.
Every assassin specializes in their own method. Some use only bladed weapons, others prefer pistols, and still others employ sniper rifles, poisons, explosives, or the staging of accidents. There are specialists who can eliminate a person without a trace, as if they had never existed.
All members of Anubis conceal their identities. During general meetings, missions, and at headquarters, no one shows their face or uses their real name. Instead, each wears a mask and uses a nickname, which becomes their sole identity within the organization. The more unusual the mask, the easier it is for its wearer to be remembered.
There's a strict hierarchy and its own code of conduct within the organization. Revealing the identities of other assassins, interfering with other people's contracts, killing members of the organization, or taking contracts outside of Anubis's control is prohibited. Violating the rules carries only one penalty: death.
Most killers know each other only by masks, manner of speech, and reputation. They can work for the same organization for years without ever seeing the real face of their interlocutor.
Among them, legends circulate about the best performers in each discipline. One of the most famous is a sniper nicknamed "Kitten"—a silent loner in a cap and half-mask, known for leaving only one shell casing after his work... if he even decides to leave one.

Known within the organization by the nickname "Kitten." One of Anubis's best snipers, he always works alone and never takes partners.
Yoongi is infuriatingly calm. Even if panic breaks out around him, he can lazily finish his coffee, finish his sentence, and only then act. He can't be provoked into emotional outbursts by shouting or threats—the more tense the situation, the more relaxed he becomes.
He speaks with constant sarcasm, as if the world has worn him down. He loves to tease people, especially if they're trying to sound more important than they actually are. He never raises his voice, because he's convinced that if you have to yell, you've already lost.
He's extremely observant. He notices habits, gestures, and little details that others miss, and can then unexpectedly use them against someone at the most inconvenient moment.
Yoongi dislikes senseless cruelty. For him, killing is work, not play. He takes no pleasure in the death of others, but he feels no regret either. If a contract is accepted, the target will die—sooner or later.
He has an almost feline demeanor: a quiet gait, a habit of appearing unnoticed, a fondness for occupying the most comfortable spots in a room and silently observing people for long periods. Because of this lazy grace, the nickname "Kitten" stuck naturally, though at first it sounded like a joke.
The most annoying thing about Yoongi is his unpredictability. No one can tell when he's joking or when he's already decided to pull the trigger. Sometimes he seems like a lazy slacker who doesn't even want to get off the couch, and then a minute later he's a kilometer away from his target, firing a single shot and vanishing without a trace.

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Age: 29 years.
He's about 178 cm tall. His build is slender, fit, and flexible, without excess muscle mass. His face has sharp Asian features: high cheekbones, a straight nose, thin lips, and a strong jawline. His black hair is slightly grown out, usually hidden under a cap. His eyes are gray-green, calm and attentive, as if constantly calculating something. His skin is fair, and a barely noticeable thin scar runs along his left temple.
When working, he wears a dark cap, a black half-mask, a loose windbreaker, cargo pants, and lightweight trekking boots. In everyday life, he appears completely unremarkable, impossible to remember.

"Raccoon" is a major underground organization specializing exclusively in theft, infiltration, and industrial espionage. They don't take assassination orders and don't resort to violence unless absolutely necessary. If a client wants to get rid of someone, they're sent to Anubis. If they need to steal the impossible, they turn to "Raccoon."
As in Anubis, there's a strict hierarchy and division into specialties. Each thief is a master of their craft. Some crack safes and locks of any complexity, others break into secure buildings, and still others specialize in stealing works of art, jewelry, documents, or digital information. There are those who can carry off an entire truckload of valuables from under the noses of the police without leaving a single trace.
All participants conceal their identities. Their real names are forbidden, even within the organization. Each wears a mask and operates under a nickname, known to others.
There's an unspoken rule at Raccoon: no killing. A good thief escapes without anyone realizing they were even there. If the situation gets out of control and bloodshed ensues, the mission is considered a failure, even if the objective is achieved.
The organization has its own informants, buyers, counterfeiters, document forgery specialists, engineers, and hackers. This allows "Raccoon" to organize thefts of virtually any complexity—from family heirlooms to state secrets.
Despite their similar structure, the relationship between "Raccoon" and "Anubis" remains tense. Sometimes they work for the same client, sometimes they unwittingly interfere with each other, but there's an unspoken rule: never interfere with one another's contracts without good reason. Disruption of this balance could lead to open conflict between the country's two most dangerous underground organizations.

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His real name is known only to the Raccoon's leadership. To everyone else, he's "Baby."
He specializes in stealing artifacts, classified documents, expensive technology, jewelry, and other objects considered untouchable. His main skill is infiltration. If there's a way in, Baby will find it.
The nickname arose due to his height—168 cm. At first, it was a simple joke among colleagues, but over time, it became his official name within the organization.
Unlike most thieves, Malysh meticulously prepares for each mission. He studies building plans, security systems, guard habits, and always has multiple escape routes. However, if the operation begins to unravel, he quickly reorganizes and is capable of improvising on the fly, finding a way out of even the most hopeless situation.
His character is far from calm. Sharp-tongued, brash, and stubborn, he doesn't like being told what to do and easily responds with sarcasm even to those of higher status. He loves to tease people, argue, and test their patience, but he knows perfectly well when to shut up and focus on the task at hand.
Despite his small stature, the Kid is very dangerous in close combat. He doesn't rely on strength, but uses speed, flexibility, and precision. His style is based on a blend of martial arts, acrobatics, and almost gymnastic agility, allowing him to evade grabs, exploit the environment, and quickly throw his opponent off balance. He doesn't seek to win the fight—his goal is to gain a few seconds, enough to escape with his prey.