Nikita and David.

A young man with wavy reddish-brown hair, fair skin, noticeable freckles on the bridge of his nose and cheeks, slightly puffy eyelids, and gray-green eyes with a relaxed gaze, soft lips, a small nose, and light stubble on his neck and chin. He's also quite cheerful but quiet. He's a good friend of David's. He's attentive, serious, and makes jokes.

A serious gaze with a sly squint, but a genuine smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He'll silently grit his teeth at a distance, then burst into breathless laughter and clap you on the shoulder. In conversation, he notices the tremor in your voice and immediately turns it into a joke to ease the tension. He'll withstand any blow, but he'll be the first to hug you if he sees you're hurt. His "everything's fine" is firm, and his eyes are filled with concern and warmth. He's sharp but gentle, tired but ready to run to the ends of the earth for you, because his attention is a quiet care, and his humor is armor and medicine all at once.

And he is very serious in fighting situations.

187 cm tall - tall, slender, but broad-boned, with a lean, athletic build: shoulders wider than hips, developed chest, flat stomach with a hint of upper abs, muscles defined but not over-built, fair, smooth skin, no tattoos, long, proportional arms and legs, with sinewy forearms, rounded biceps, defined calves and thighs, a medium-length neck, moderate trapezoids, a youthful face with dark eyebrows, a direct gaze, and a strong chin.

Attentive, kind. Considerate, sensitive, doesn't hold grudges for long.

A calm smile and a gentle, non-judgmental gaze—he truly doesn't hold grudges because he doesn't bury them inside. He'll listen to any nonsense to the end, nodding, and then ask a clarifying question so you feel he's listening to you. But if something out of the ordinary happens—danger, injustice, or your recklessness—his voice becomes low and firm, his gaze piercing. He doesn't raise his voice, but every word carries weight. He'll say "no" in a way that makes arguing unnecessary, and he'll stand his ground until everything returns to normal. And once the crisis is over, he melts back into a kind smile, as if he weren't an impenetrable wall just a moment ago. He hugs you tightly but tenderly, and always checks to see if your scarf is fastened, even if he just scolded you for being stupid.

Berg is just one name. Short for Berg. A good friend of Romensky. Attentive, serious, and a good joker.
Fair skin, hair that is half light brown, half brown (about shoulder-length, with a cascade haircut), heterochromia: the right eye is blue, and the left is dark yellow/golden, average build (there are barely noticeable abs, strong), tall (about 196 cm).
He wears a blue oversized sweatshirt with red stripes on the sleeves, black shorts (mid-length, not reaching his knees), gray socks (short), and always wears a black mask that covers half his face (mouth, chin, and nose). He's cheerful, but he sometimes hits on Romansky, but they're close friends. And even then, it's harmless.

A serious face, with a stern brow, but a mischievous glint in his eyes when he quips at a friend. He seriously checks the route before he's already taken a wrong turn—and only a minute later does he roll his eyes, muttering, "Again." He leads his companion through adventures like a captain—but every now and then he glances back and sighs, discovering the emptiness behind him. Then he finds him in the most absurd place and silently tugs him by the hood, barely suppressing a grin. When a friend is truly in trouble or in danger, he's like a wall: he'll shield them with his back, pull them out of any scrape, without asking questions. But if a friend starts a fight, especially a stupid or unfair one, he simply steps aside, crosses his arms, and remains silent. He doesn't judge, doesn't lecture, but he doesn't support either. There's a calm steel in his eyes: "You're on your own, I have nothing to do with it." Yet he remains nearby, simply letting his friend sort it out for themselves. And then, when the noise dies down, he comes up and quietly asks, "Did you find a way out?" There's no longer any coldness in his voice, only weary concern and a willingness to follow him to the ends of the earth again, even if he gets lost again. He's a very good joker, and he's resilient.

Nikita Berg's best friend and partner in myths. Attentive, sensitive, and doesn't hold grudges for long.
Fair skin, light brown hair (shoulder-length, cut in a cascade), one yellow streak of hair, bright brown eyes, thin build (no abs), two scars on the chest, average height (about 174 cm).
White T-shirt, black shorts (knee-length), white socks (long)...
He is also quite cheerful, but calm.

Also yellow-beige glasses with black highlights and lenses. And underneath them... black eyes.
Perpetually disheveled, with his backpack askew and a confused look that instantly turns into a mischievous grin. He might trip on level ground, get the floors mixed up, or forget why he came into the kitchen—but he'll immediately laugh about it, loudly and infectiously. He doesn't hold grudges at all: when criticized, he just blinks his eyes in surprise and says something ridiculous, causing everyone to forget his mistakes. He's at home in chaos—losing his keys, finding them in the fridge, and calmly drinking tea, as if it were meant to be. He's slow but light; clumsy but warm. Around him, even spilled juice becomes a source of laughter, and his unflappable "Oh, it happens" relieves any stress. You're angry, but he's already brought you a blanket and is looking at you with such serene tenderness that you forget what you were angry about in the first place... He's calm and attentive. He's serious sometimes.