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Little is known about Griff's childhood: he grew up without a father, his mother raised him alone, and he was left to his own devices most of the time.

He hung out with street kids, played cards and dice, and like all the children of the City, he went to the Steppe to catch transparent cats.

From an early age he became interested in the craft of thievery: he learned to throw knives, pick locks, and handle a razor, adopting knowledge from street thieves and razorsmiths.

He learned quickly, was dexterous and resourceful; at first, he didn't steal or kill. By the age of fifteen, he could throw knives without fail.

At the age of sixteen, he entered the University thanks to his mother, who dreamed of making her son a scientist, although Grisha himself was indifferent to his studies.

During his student years he had the nickname "Grishka the Crazy".

He led a wild life: he loved leather clothes, long hair, razors, trains, spicy meat, playing the guitar and fighting.

He studied little and spent most of his time hanging out; he was into knife tricks, and in fights he preferred razors, brass knuckles, and his fists.

He spoke quietly, whispering slightly; he was constantly sleep-deprived, which is why his eyes were red.

He didn't believe in love, dreaming of getting rich and becoming famous in the criminal underworld; he tried various ways to earn money, including illegal ones, but instead of money, he made useful connections.

He drank, smoked, caused trouble, and at one time sold moonshine, but thanks to his secrecy he avoided serious problems with the law.

After the First Flash, he returned to the City to bury his mother; after graduating, he left behind the nickname "Grishka the Crazy," becoming Grigory Filin once again.

He quickly entered criminal circles thanks to old acquaintances.

Under the leader Pikiner, he behaved with restraint, earning a reputation as a reliable, dexterous, successful and cheerful thief, hiding behind this his cunning and cruelty.

He quickly became one of the young thieves, and the older authorities began to keep a close eye on him.

After Pikiner's death in a twirine-fueled frenzy, he openly broke with tradition by asserting his leadership right during the gathering.

He gained the support of young thieves, which led to a large-scale brawl, which his supporters won. It didn't come to actual knife fighting—the thieves adhered to their own laws.

During the first year of his reign, most of Gregory's opponents died under various circumstances, finally consolidating his power.

He received the nickname "Grif" by chance from one of the thieves; it quickly replaced his real name.

The armed coup carried out by Grigory Filin occurred approximately three years before the Second Flash.

Short, thin, sinewy; strength lies in tendons, not muscles.

Light skin covered with scars and marks.

Reddish curly hair.

Gray-blue eyes with red veins (a consequence of twirin and insomnia), gray circles under the eyes.

Pale lips, an almost constant smile - seemingly good-natured, but capable of frightening those who can see.

Doesn't give the impression of being strong or dangerous, but is very agile and resilient.

Prefers to dodge attacks, moves and turns easily.

He wins not by force, but by cunning, resourcefulness and the ability to hide.

Outwardly unattractive, but thanks to his liveliness, plasticity and charisma he easily attracts attention.

The movements are soft and insinuating, the voice is hoarse, the step is quiet, unless it is intended to intimidate.

His hands are dexterous and tenacious; it is difficult to escape his grip. His teeth are in poor condition.

He dresses discreetly so as not to attract attention: simple trousers, a shirt, and a warm vest.

The only things that stand out are the high, smart boots and the brown scarf.

Rumor has it that the scarf conceals a gallows mark: as if they tried to hang Griff, but he survived and escaped. He only grins in response.

He almost never takes off his fingerless gloves, which are convenient for using lock picks and counting money.

He gives the impression of a cheerful rogue and a cunning man, but behind this lies a dangerous, experienced killer with a tenacious, unkind gaze.

Cunning, resourceful and always looking for a way to survive, get out and save his people.

Black twirin, prohibited weapons, ammunition and scarce goods pass through it.

Not evil or cruel without necessity, but extremely tough, determined and tenacious.

He has a good sense of when to go all the way and when to retreat, wait and recover.

He has a strong will and a firm character, which he hides behind lightness, jokes and ridicule.

He loves jokes and humor; it’s difficult to understand where the mask ends and the real face begins.

He is loyal to his people: he does not betray his own, does not kill unnecessarily, does not raise his hand against women, and strictly adheres to his own principles.

He may appear noble and honest, but these qualities are hidden behind a habitual mockery and evasiveness.

He drinks moderately and always knows his limits, considering the leader, who is dependent on alcohol, to be weak.

Smoking is a rare habit for the City, brought over from the Capital. Every evening, he smokes a cigarette by the warehouse as a ritual; he prefers the local tobacco with its steppe aroma.

He loves gambling - dice and cards; he cheats skillfully and often wins.

Carries a dangerous crescent razor up his sleeve, using it mainly for intimidation.

For real work, he prefers a noose, which he hides in his bosom.

He does not seek to interfere in the affairs of the Mistresses and big plans, considering this not his concern.

He does not have a sense of twiri, does not see the prophetic or hidden, and lacks special “masterly” wisdom.

He perceives the City simply as a place to live and work: the streets, lanterns and the strange Polyhedron interest him little.

His main task is to keep his brothers together, not to let people break down and to take care of their survival.