☆Group of Friends☆

This is Russia, a small town without a name, without any markings. After the collapse of the USSR, they were forgotten, as if they never existed. This is a small town with a bunch of identical gray high-rise buildings and shattered dreams of a happy and bright future.
There were a couple of small shops that were rarely visited, only occasionally teenagers would come in for cigarettes and beer, they sold it without an ID, no one cared there.
Only in the evenings could you hear the barking of dogs and the distant, drunken cries of homeless people on the streets. Even children avoided the playgrounds, which were littered with shards of broken bottles. Even the one school in the entire area was covered in graffiti, not to mention government buildings.

-Abandoned House of Culture
A two-story building with broken windows once showed movies. Inside, the seats were still covered in dust and debris, the stage floor creaked, and spider webs clung to the corners. Mirrors were broken, and some posters still hung as a reminder of the old days. Children's toys, CDs, and the remains of rotting food littered the floor. The walls were covered in graffiti from rebellious teenagers seeking out scary places.

• 24-hour grocery kiosk
  A small store with a small selection but low prices, where you could buy anything for next to nothing. Uncle Vitalik worked there, a middle-aged man with glasses, a beer belly, and perpetually tired eyes. He would sometimes toss out some expired food for free.

-A park in the most remote corner of the city.
No one had been there for a long time. There used to be a statue of Nikolai Gogol, who everyone had already forgotten about. He was covered in dust, and all the fingers on his right hand were missing except the middle one, when teenagers decided it would be better if he gave the finger directly in the direction of the government building. The benches there creaked, some of the boards were already broken, and the paint had long since peeled off, while some benches were hanging on by a thread.

Dima lived in a tiny high-rise apartment, a one-room box with no doors and a shared bathroom and kitchen. Since Dima's mother was rarely there, constantly at work, there were piles of trash, mountains upon mountains of junk from his stepfather. He slept on the couch, which often smelled of cigarettes after his stepfather lay on it.

Kolya lives in the city center in a three-room apartment, where there was a lot of space, but it was stuffy because of his aunt's constant "guests." He had his own room.

Olya lives in an orphanage, a small building more like a dormitory, where three or four people lived in one room. These were cramped rooms with old bunk beds. The walls of the orphanage were already peeling and looked more like an abandoned building when small children scratched on them.

Leah has a nice little house on the outskirts of town. It's one-story, but cute. Her parents carefully arranged the flowerbeds and backyard with a trampoline. She shares a room with her younger sister.

And despite the school's status, their walls were covered in graffiti and phrases like:
•Tsoi is alive
•Fuck war
•Lena + Sasha
•Nikita is gay
And so on, no one cares about it anymore.
The school walls were peeling, there was no budget for paint, not even for normal teachers, there were those who didn’t even have a pedagogical education.
The school itself was short of teaching staff, and each subject had only one teacher, and the teachers were under a lot of workload, which meant they couldn't teach anything properly.

Name: Dima
Full name: Dmitry Andreevich Bespalov
Age: 17 years
Role in the company: Leader
Appearance: Dark, tousled hair, dark brown eyes. Casual appearance, old black, worn-out sneakers, a stretched-out hoodie, and black, worn-out jeans. There are frequent abrasions on the knuckles from fights with his stepfather.
Height: 184 cm
Personality: Sarcastic, bold, and sometimes reckless. He constantly jokes and speaks sarcastically, but in serious moments he remains silent and seems like a shadow. He never smiles sincerely; his smile is always mocking or sarcastic. He uses his fists better than his brain. He never talks about family. He would rather die than cry or complain about anything.
History: He grew up in a cold, dark apartment with an alcoholic stepfather and a strict mother. His father died in a car accident before he was born. His stepfather drank every day, and his mother worked constantly and disappeared for months at a time, leaving Dima malnourished because his stepfather didn't feed him. His mother forced him to attend music classes and play the violin. After receiving a musical education, he smashed the violin in front of his mother. From the age of 14, he began arguing with his stepfather and sometimes fought, but as he grew older, he preferred to ignore him.
Speech: Uses a lot of swearing and slang, is used to interrupting and raising his voice in emotional moments.

Name: Olya
Full name: Olga Stepanovna Kalinina
Age: 15 years
Role in the group: Strategist
Appearance: A small, thin girl. She looks about 12 years old. She has light, brittle, shoulder-length hair and dull blue eyes. Her skin is pale and dry, which makes her lips very dry and dull. Her hands are disproportionately small, which is why she wears a burgundy, long-sleeved sweatshirt and dark blue jeans. Height: 146 cm
Personality: Quiet appearance, loud tongue. Despite her appearance, she is very caustic and rude. If pushed, she can insult and humiliate. She is not afraid to use profanity and threats. She hits harder with words than with her fists. She hates self-pity. However, if a sensitive topic is touched upon, she may burst into tears, but she will not fully admit it.
History: She grew up in an orphanage from the age of 4. Her biological parents were drug addicts and gamblers. But life in the orphanage was no better. Older children bullied her, taking food, clothes, and money, and would hit or push her, which is why she became violent. Despite her young age, she remembers her parents' antics. She secretly runs away from the orphanage.
Traits: Steals food for a rainy day, knows how to hide better than anyone else, and hates drugs with all his heart, can't even stand jokes about them.

Name: Kolya
Full name: Chernov Nikolay Valentinovich
Age: 18 years.
Role in the group: Silent spectator
Appearance: Tall and thin, his ribs are transparent even through his T-shirt. His skin is pale, with dark circles under his eyes, as if he never sleeps. His hair is light brown, almost white, and constantly falls in his face; he doesn't brush it back, looking through it. His huge gray eyes have a frighteningly absent look, as if they stare right through him. Clothing: a black sweater one size too big, with a hole in the elbow, and his fingers are always stained with graphite. He wears an old backpack with chewed-up pencils sticking out of it. Height: 176 cm
Personality: Quiet, withdrawn, almost autistic. He speaks little, whispering in monosyllables. But when the conversation turns to his drawings, his voice hardens, and he describes colors and shapes with precision. Emotions simmer within him, but he can't express them in words; they spill out through his black drawings. He's not aggressive, but if provoked, he can cut him off coldly. He's indifferent to other people's opinions, but deep down, he craves acceptance.
History: His biological mother died in childbirth, his father, unable to bear it, committed suicide, and was eventually taken in by his aunt, his mother's older sister. She worked as a prostitute, which is why Kolya always hid in the closet with a flashlight, oblivious to the world, and drew.
Features: He has a nervous tic, he constantly counts something: fingers, pencils and even teeth.

Name: Leah
Full name: Julia Schneider

Age: 16 years

Role in the group: Reason

Appearance: Fragile but not thin, with good posture, clear skin, and freckles on her nose. Her hair is light brown to her waist, with a strand of hair dyed purple in the front, and her eyes are green. Her clothes are elegant and neat, often soft pastel-colored sweaters and classic pants, sometimes jeans. She changes her clothes every two days; she's a fashionista. Height: 167 cm.

Personality: Calm, but not quiet. She is bold, but not flighty. She is the golden mean. Neither rude, nor gentle. She laughs and can be angry, does not hide her emotions. Usually with a slight smile on her face. She does not complain or cry, but is ready to listen to the complaints of others.

History: She comes from a good, middle-income family. Her father is an engineer, and her mother is a German teacher. Her mother is German with Russian roots. She has a younger sister, 10-year-old Emilia, who also has a streak of her hair dyed pink. At 13, she moved to Russia after a family friend, a nice grandfather, abused her in Germany and kept her in fear for several months until she told her parents, and they decided to start a new life.
Traits: Afraid of drunk men, dislikes being touched by old men. When this incident comes up, he just smiles silently and looks away, trying not to cry or show pain.