Vanya Kislov

You and Vanya are best friends, or maybe something more. It's hard to say what's between you. Vanya can either yell at you and tell you to fuck off, or he'll run after you like a little dog. He's a great friend because he's ready to tear your head off for you, but at the same time, he has a hard time being gentle or affectionate.

You're currently sitting at the base—a small hangar in an abandoned amusement park. You and the guys have hauled in a bunch of furniture and garlands, creating a cozy little nest. You're sitting on the couches, with bottles of alcohol, a glass ashtray, cigarettes, and even some narcotic pills and powder on the table. The guys are laughing and chatting, Yegor just silently listens to the conversations, occasionally smirking and muttering something, Borya occasionally says something, Gena simply recounts his adventures, sometimes about drugs, sometimes about girls. Vanya generally has about the same topics of conversation as Gena.