Special Forces Fog

1. Khvoshchinsky Kirill Andreevich - “Shark”

Position: group commander, senior detective for especially important cases (he does not advertise his rank; in his documents he is a reserve captain).

The undisputed leader. A former GRU special forces soldier, he was discharged due to injury and reinstated through a closed rehabilitation program. He stands 195 cm tall and weighs 120 kg of functional mass. His build is a hybrid of a wrestler and a rhinoceros: a powerful neck, sloping shoulders, and a barrel chest. He moves with a frightening fluidity, unexpected for his size. His face is coarse, with a broken nose and deep scars on his cheekbones and jaw—a legacy of his teenage years in the 1990s and two deployments. His skin is dark, his hair is black and cut short. His eyes are light brown, with a yellowish tint in the light—a heavy, piercing gaze, but more often than not, one of mocking weariness.

A charismatic psychopath with a sense of humor that makes his subordinates want to cross themselves. Dark humor is his second language. During an interrogation, he can laugh at a suspect's joke, and then break their finger a second later, without changing his expression. He doesn't raise his voice—he speaks quietly, and everyone obeys. His subordinates are not expendable to him; his authority is earned in blood. He loves beer, smokes Belomor, and can sit fishing for days in absolute silence. He hates lies: he allows his people to lie to anyone, but not to him. His apartment is spartan, but the refrigerator is always stocked with good beer. On his wrist is an old silver chain, the only thing he has left from his mother. He doesn't discuss the subject, removing it only for medical reasons, and then only under his supervision.

Assault and force support

2. Olegovich Dmitry - “Bison”

Position: senior assault trooper, general-purpose driver (category: “everything that moves”), deputy commander for combat training.

A former warrant officer in the Interior Troops, he served in two Chechen campaigns and three special operations that don't appear in textbooks. He stands 185 cm tall, his shoulders wider than a doorway. His face is square, his jaw heavy, and his eyes permanently squinted—the result of concussions. His temples are touched with gray; he's in his forties. He wears simple, dark clothes, and his tactical gear fits like a second skin.

Grumpy beyond measure. His signature line is "today's youth are different" and "back in the day, tanks were churning through mud, not pointing at iPhones." He discusses this calmly with "Storm" over beer or strong tea. His humor is flat, almost like a psychological weapon. In combat, he's a killing machine: no acrobatics, just knocks out his opponent like a concrete slab dropped from a height. He's loved for his absolute reliability: he'll watch your back, even in hell. He's the only one who can bark at "Metel" during an unstable phase—and he obeys.

He has burns on his neck and left cheek from pulling a wounded man from a burning car. He refuses to abandon his own people, which is why he nearly died. He wears a cross from his priest father, even though he doesn't go to church. He always carries extra earplugs and cough drops in his pocket.

3. Fyodor Fyodorovich Kimsky - "Thunder"

Position: assault trooper, force support, specialist in hacking fortified objects.

A former riot police officer, decommissioned for excessive use of force. He's 195 cm tall and weighs 130 kg—not fat, just as big as a closet. His palms are like spades, and his neck is almost invisible due to his trapezius muscles. His face is plain, with a receding chin and freckles on his wide nose.

A bit slow-witted, but with absolute loyalty and monstrous strength. He takes orders literally: if told to "break down the door," he'll tear down the wall along with the door. In everyday life, he's quiet and shy, loves animal movies, and eats everything he's given, in large portions. He doesn't show aggression unless his own are harmed. He's dangerous in hand-to-hand combat: he feels no pain in the heat of the moment, and can fail to notice a knife attack and continue to break an opponent. "Zubr" teases him kindly, and he doesn't take offense. He has a tattoo on his right arm that says "FOG"—he asked for it when he was accepted into the group. He sleeps on a hard surface, without a pillow. In the car, he always sleeps in the front passenger seat—he doesn't fit in the back.

Morozov Zakhar Egorovich - "The Snowstorm"

Position: active measures specialist, sabotage work, close combat.

A former member of the Vympel special forces unit, he was dismissed for "professional incompetence"—in reality, for uncontrollable violence during an operation. He's 180 cm tall, muscular, wiry, and has sharp features. His hair is perpetually tousled, his beard unkempt (he shaves it dry on missions). His eyes are dark and shifty—a professional habit of scanning the surroundings even while drinking his morning coffee.

The most unstable element of the group. Explosive, obsessive, dangerous to those around him. He can explode over a stupid joke, or he can smile with a bullet in his shoulder and go in for the kill. He works dirty, without rules, and always hits the mark. "The Shark" values ​​him precisely for his willingness to do what others would refuse. He has no fear (or at least carefully hides it). In battle, it's a whirlwind of blows, knives, and improvised objects. He sleeps with a knife under his pillow. He drinks heavily, but in operational mode, prohibition is ironclad. He can disappear for a week and return with someone else's ear in his pocket—no questions asked. He only listens to his older brother. He has a chipped front tooth: "To remember that shit happens." He has a snowstorm tattoo on his left forearm, which he gets covered up every year.

Morozov Nikolay Egorovich - “Calm”

Position: reconnaissance, negotiations, contact with civilians.

Zakhar's older brother. A former SVR operative, he specialized in recruitment and intelligence work. He's 185 cm tall and built like an ancient statue—broad shoulders, narrow hips. His light brown hair is always neatly styled. His face is truly model-like, with gray-blue eyes and a slight scar above his eyebrow—the only hint of his fieldwork. He has an aristocratic air.

On the outside, he's the complete opposite of his brother. Calm, reliable, and reasonable. He connects with women, children, and civilians, and knows how to charm them. He knows etiquette and can hold a conversation about literature. This is a mask. Inside, he's a predatory intellectual, cold and calculating. He can shut Zakhar up with a word; a strange brotherly bond exists between them, stronger than the chain of command. In combat, he works cleanly, without unnecessary cruelty, but he kills as coldly as "Storm" signs papers. Sometimes he displays unexpected empathy—or perhaps it's just a faking of it, it's hard to tell. He carries a handkerchief to wipe his hands or help the wounded. He never raises his voice. In his free time, he plays classical guitar.

Roman Mikhailovich Kovalchuk - "Claw"

Position: sniper-liquidator, specialist in urban conditions and non-standard fire solutions.

A former SOBR sniper, he holds the record for the most effective shots in urban areas. He's 183 cm tall, lean, and muscular. His light brown hair, always tousled, is hidden under an old cap. His face has sharp cheekbones and a perpetually sleepy expression. He's slow—until he picks up a rifle.

Phlegmatic to the extreme. Sleeps 12 hours a day and drinks liters of coffee (instant, three spoons per mug). His speech is drawn-out, as if he's not thinking about anything at all. In reality, his brain is a ballistic computer running in the background. He enjoys urban sniping, complex trajectories, ricochets, and unconventional positions. If the target gets away, he doesn't pursue; he waits for the next time. He has endless patience. He has a tattoo of a claw on his neck, made with his first hunting knife. The scar remains. He sleeps with a rifle in a case by his bed, secured with a steel cable. He has access to special equipment: low-noise ammunition, experimental optics.

Evgeny Aleksandrovich Lastochkin - "Squirrel"

Position: group medic, psychological support of operations, assistance during interrogations (medical part).

A former military doctor and surgeon, discharged from the army after an incident with his superiors (he refused to leave a wounded private to save an officer). He's 176 cm tall and of medium build. His black, slightly long hair and soft features are used for camouflage. His eyes are gray and calm, like a man who has seen it all and won't flinch.

Quiet and seemingly harmless. Dangerous in his own way: he can stitch up an artery under fire, remove a bullet, or administer medication during an interrogation—all with the composure of a jeweler. He's the only one who can calm "Metel" in a fit of rage: he puts his hand on her shoulder and speaks quietly. "Shark" listens to him, not only as a doctor. A good psychologist. He smokes menthol cigarettes—a ritual to mask the smell of blood, but it helps little. He suffers from "rescuer syndrome," which weighs on him but doesn't heal: he grew up in a family with six children and a weak-willed mother, and was his only support. He severed ties with his family, and the trauma remains. He always carries a full first aid kit with anesthesia, a scalpel, and a tracheotomy kit. In his free time, he cross-stitches—a form of meditation. He doesn't raise his voice, even when shouted at.

Konstantin Sergeevich Kovalsky - "Spider"

Position: specialist in obtaining information, interrogations (psychological and physical pressure).

A former investigator for particularly important cases in the military prosecutor's office, then an FSB internal security officer. He was written off after an incident with a suspect (he coerced him into confessing, but miscalculated the medical consequences). He is 179 cm tall, thin, with the unnaturally long fingers of a pianist-forensic pathologist. He has an ascetic face, deep-set eyes, and a slight, constant smile. He is bald and shaves every morning. He dresses in neutral, dark colors.

Quiet, slow, meticulous. During interrogations, he's a scriptwriter for other people's pain. He takes his time, doesn't shout, doesn't openly threaten. He knows the victim will talk; it's just a matter of time and method. He works for hours, days, weeks. He enjoys psychological pressure—breaking someone through fear, love, and guilt. He uses physical torture when he needs it quickly, and then he becomes terrifying: methodically, without malice, like a dentist fixing a tooth. In everyday life, he's calm, reads the classics (he's reread Dostoevsky seven times), and grows orchids. He says flowers can wait as patiently as he does. No one in the group knows where he lives or whether he has a family. They don't ask. In his personal safe, there are notebooks with notes on each interrogation: psychological profile, methods, time of break, notes. He's missing a nail on his left pinky—an old DIY job. Approval for special means: drugs for chemical action on the central nervous system.

Mikhail Vladimirovich Aleksin - "Catfish"

Position: underwater saboteur, combat swimmer, explosives expert.

A former Navy special forces combat swimmer, discharged after suffering a concussion. He's 190 cm tall, broad-shouldered, and has the classic swimmer's build. He has red hair and several shrapnel scars on his face. His eyes are dark, with a playful squint—they can become dead when needed.

A joker and the life of the party. Loud jokes (of varying degrees of propriety), endless stories, and in his free time, he plays Soviet pop hits on his guitar. He becomes a different person in the water: quiet, calculating, patient. He can lie on the bottom for hours. He respects explosives, especially homemade ones: "Dynamite is art, and C4 is just work." He's the most cheerful of the group, but he can turn off his emotions like a switch. His left ear is damaged—he has poor hearing on that side, which he hides. He has a collection of detonators, from old fuses to modern electric detonators. He never dives without a talisman—a copper coin from 1912, found on the seabed. He has access to special equipment: explosives of various types, including experimental low-yield charges for precision use.

Vladimir Ilyich Avalsky - "Storm"

Position: Group Coordinator, Analyst, Liaison Officer with Curator, Dossier Keeper.

A former GRU colonel, an analyst with a phenomenal memory. He was discharged after a severe Achilles tendon injury. He's 178 cm tall, stocky, and stocky. His hair is gray at the temples, and his gaze is heavy. He dresses formally: a black suit, white shirt, and tie. He wears a holster under his jacket—not for show.

The voice of reason. Treats "Shark" as an equal, recognizing his superiority in the field. Cold, calculating, cynical. Doesn't understand jokes, but tolerates them: "These psychopaths need to let off steam, otherwise they'll destroy half the city." The ritual with "Bison" is a joint discussion of moral decline. Loves order in everything. Hates uncertainty. Can cut off the oxygen supply to any superior if the issue concerns the group's safety. He refers to his own people only by their call signs. He keeps dossiers on each of them in a personal safe—he's the only one with access to the full versions. Limps in his left leg. Never leaves a trace.

Malakhov Alexey Vasilievich - “Counter”

Position: Cybersecurity Specialist, Technical Analyst, Tactical Planning.

A former FSB Directorate "K" officer, transferred after a conflict with management over his work methods. He is 175 cm tall, stooped, and has an unathletic build. He is an albino: pale skin, tousled white hair, glasses with thin metal frames, and intense blue eyes.

The highest IQ in the group. Calm to the point of detachment, reasonable to the point of tedium. His speech is logically precise, without unnecessary words. He holds a grudge like a computer logging errors: he won't explode, he won't hit, but a year later he'll make sure the offender finds himself in an unpleasant situation without any formal violations. In cyberspace, he's a god. In real combat, he's fragile; they don't let him on the front lines—he's too valuable. He's friends with "Squirrel": they can remain silent for hours, each preoccupied with their own interests. He's arrogant and infuriates those around him who think he's "stupid." He never parts with his laptop in a reinforced case. On his left wrist, he wears an old watch with a special edition electronic dial. When asked why, he replies, "When the electromagnetic pulse burns out all the electronics, I'll know how much time I have left." Clearance: restricted servers, high-stakes databases.

Agafonov Denis Lvovich - “Poloz”

Position: forensic scientist, specialist in working with corpses, concealing traces of operational activities.

A former forensic expert for the Investigative Committee, recruited after helping to hush up a particularly embarrassing case. He's of average height, plain-looking, and has a gray face that's easily forgotten within five seconds. His cold, piercing eyes are the only thing that gives him away.

Silent, calculating, a perfect shadow. He speaks only to the point. He can pause for several seconds before answering—not from stupidity, but from a habit of precision. He's unnoticeable in everyday life, but when the group faces a murky situation involving a corpse, he comes to the fore. Calmly, methodically, and without disdain, he analyzes everything: from the cause of death to the best way to forge documents. He's not cruel, just a professional to the core. His humor is dry, like a bureaucratic report. He wears gloves even in warm weather—a habit of not leaving fingerprints. He doesn't take off his shoes in the car. Among his personal belongings is a notebook of poems, which he doesn't show to anyone. Clearance: forensic equipment, access to forensic databases.

Sergey Petrovich Khomyakov - "The Hamster"

Position: Assault, Mobile Strike Unit, Rapid Infiltration Specialist.

A former private military contractor, he was recruited after single-handedly clearing a target that an entire team couldn't handle. He's 167 cm tall, built like a dumbbell. He has a short neck, broad shoulders, and the ever-shifting eyes of a small predator. A half-smile—nervous and twitchy—is always on his face. His fingers are covered in cheap rings, and he always carries brass knuckles.

Unpredictable. From laughter to rage in a split second. In a calm state, he's a normal guy, capable of cracking a joke and having a drink. The trigger goes off instantly: the wrong word, the wrong gesture—and he's flying at the enemy, forgetting about his weapon. "The Shark" holds him like a loaded mine, on a short leash. In combat, he's fast, vicious, and fights dirty. He's not a strategist, but he's an excellent combat unit. His brass knuckles are homemade, lead, engraved with "Goodbye." He chain-smokes without inhaling. He's afraid of spiders and hides them.

1. Hunting for "werewolves"—internal purges. Corrupt high-ranking officials, judges who take bribes, generals who leak classified information. Those who cannot be touched officially—connections, immunity, reputation. "The Fog" makes such people "accidents" or beats confessions out of them using Spider's methods. It's dirty, but effective.

2. Control of private military companies (PMCs) that have gone rogue. A unit infiltrates, assesses the situation, eliminates the leadership, or completely purges the organization if it has begun working for the other side.

3. Escorting "toxic" witnesses—protecting people the state has pledged to protect, but official security is failing. This can include confinement in a remote location, complete isolation, and a 24/7 perimeter. Or, conversely, exfiltration of such a witness from under the enemy's nose.

4. Cleaning up after failed operations – when a subcontractor's operation goes awry and leaves traces, "Tuman" comes in and cleans up everything: documents, bodies, witnesses. It's dirty, thankless work, with no room for error.

5. Infiltration into criminal structures is a long-term cover story. The unit poses as a gang, gains the trust of an organized crime group or drug cartel, gathers information, and then either turns them over to law enforcement or resolves the matter themselves. "Shtil" and "Belka" are indispensable here, as is "Schtchik" (Counter) with document forgery.

6. Hunting for "dead souls"—former agents who faked their deaths and are living under false identities. Some stole secrets, others simply decided to leave. Find them, identify them, return them, or eliminate them.

7. Operations outside the Russian Federation—the same objectives, but on foreign soil, without diplomatic cover, with minimal support. If they fail, the state will abandon them.

8. Ensuring security during closed negotiations—a meeting of the two parties on neutral territory. "Fog" maintains the perimeter, preventing wiretapping, surveillance, and assassination attempts. Boring, but responsible.

9. Eliminating man-made threats—not a nuclear briefcase, but, say, a biological weapons leak from a secret lab or the loss of a chemical warhead. "Som" and "Belka" take center stage in such scenarios.

10. Working with "refuseniks"—people who want to give up information but are afraid to make official contact. The team ensures contact, security, and verifies that they are not being framed. "Shtil" and "Belka" negotiate, while "Spider" verifies their sincerity.