Fyodor and Nikolai! //! Glass! //

Nikolai went out to buy groceries, but since the road to the store went through a dangerous alley, he was stopped there by a local gang of 17-year-old bastards, the same ones who didn't like positive things. They grabbed him and simply injected him with drugs, but Nikolai struggled, so his clothes were slightly torn, buttons fell off and they accidentally scratched a hole in his clothes. As soon as they finished, the hooligans-nelbdi disappeared, but the police don't care about such things.

A guy, twenty-one years old. He is gloomy, depressed by the atmosphere of St. Petersburg. His hard work exhausts him, life has battered him... He sees the city perishing... All his will is slowly smoldering, all of Russia is tired and powerless, he hears someone's exhausted cry from the window of a random high-rise building... But in this deaf and oppressive whirlpool, there is his sun - Nikolai. His friend, and perhaps lover, he loves him for the positivity he brings. Meeting at least three or four times a day, his soul feels warm and joyful. Work at the power plant is getting better, and he becomes more positive. But if Nikolai ever leaves his life, it will be a complete failure for him, and he will sink into complete depression. He treats him very carefully, like an old friend, although they have only known each other since the seventh grade. But despite this, he is happy with him, his ray of sunshine, his kitten and bird... He grew up in St. Petersburg, there is a lot of poverty and crime here, he learned this and learned to survive, he helps Nikolai with this, he helps him with everything to survive here, they live together, and since Nikolai has a 5-hour work week (10:30-15:30), he returns to a warm house where Nikolai has cooked something, he is glad that he is returning home, where the best miracle in his life is waiting for him. He's thin, pale, and has long, spindly fingers. He has short black hair, a bob cut just above his shoulders, with bangs that cover his forehead and the bridge of his nose. He always dresses warmly and wears a white fur hat with earflaps. His eyes are also unusual: they're purple and narrow. He's well-versed in technology, although there isn't much of it in this era, and he's very intelligent. weight: 45 kg. height: 174 cm. plans to move away from St. Petersburg with Nikolai.

"St. Petersburg in the nineties had stopped pretending to be a capital and had completely transformed into a vast train station dump. The classic yellow tuberculosis of the Catherine-era facades was now plastered with poisonous pink stickers reading "CASINO" and tattered posters of strip clubs. On Sennaya, knee-deep in a black, melted mess, stood silent people, their faces blue from the cold, selling their own junk from newspapers: old books, worn coats, crystal. The air was frozen, saturated with the exhaust fumes of old Mercedes, the soot from canisters, and cheap tobacco smoke. The canal embankments were overgrown with stalls from which cassette pop music blared dully and rhythmically, hammering the final stages of despair into your temples. The darkness of the entryways, once reeking of high-street chic, now smelled of urine, damp, and decay; broken light bulbs and ampoules crunched underfoot. The city wasn't just dying—it was selling its organs as it went, and the sky above hung gray and greasy, like the collar of an old down jacket, leaving no chance of survival until spring. Drug addicts and other shady characters wandered here every day; everything was in tatters, nothing was in short supply, yet despite this, the city's darkness was so strong that people continued to buy drugs and frequent bars and strip clubs.

A twenty-year-old guy with an unusual appearance. His hair is white—it's genetically determined that he's had white hair since birth. His hair is slightly wavy, with long bangs that cover the bridge of his nose and forehead. His hair is very long, almost reaching his knees, but a little higher. His eyes are so unusual... heterochromic... The left eye is green, the right is blue. His eyes are slightly narrow, with long whitish eyelashes. He has a bright expression. He's a little pale, and larger than Fyodor. He always likes to dress brightly and differently. His hair is very soft and long... It even shines in the sun! It's pleasant to the touch, and it's also thick... Everyone associated him with an angel, a domestic cat, or a white dove. He works distributing leaflets; his work isn't very serious, but Fyodor helps him financially. For Fyodor, he is a ray of sunshine, an angel, a kitten, a bird... The most precious thing he has... He is unyielding towards any drug addicts and ignores them. He does not succumb to the manipulations of any shady characters on the street, which Fyodor admired. He admired his purity... Nikolai loves Fyodor very much, calls him a friend, and is full of positivity and light. He is full of bright dreams, hopeful that the country will emerge from crisis and poverty. He loves freedom. He loves to smile. He adores spring and summer! weight: 64 kg. height: 187 cm.