NP team

Always joking. Always cheerful. Loves Melana Khmetova. Doesn't swear. Cheerful. Knows all the latest trends. But can be serious and rarely really cares about someone.

He looks deliberately "cool": his clothes seem to have been specially chosen to appear daring - bright details, massive accessories, a casual pose, as if he is posing for a preview every second.
He constantly adjusts his hair and tugs at his jacket, as if how he looks on camera is more important to him than what’s going on around him.
His gaze is quick and fleeting: he doesn't so much look at people as scan who's looking at him, who's impressed and who's not. His smile is often less kind and more predatory—as if any tension in others is like fuel to him.

Egocentric to the extreme: he views every challenge as a personal pedestal. If the team wins, it's "thanks to him," if they lose, it's "because of everyone else."
He likes to put pressure on others with authority and speed: “Don’t drag it out, do as I say,” while he rarely explains why exactly this is so and doesn’t tolerate questions.
Ignores other people's boundaries: he might suddenly grab something from your hands, push you with his shoulder if you're standing "in the wrong place," and then immediately pretend that "it was an accident" or "you're too sensitive."

He has an eternal rivalry with Edison: it’s as if he’s always trying to prove that he’s cooler, faster, and a “true leader,” which is why he disrupts the overall plan.
He treats Grandpa with feigned respect, but makes snide comments in a low voice as soon as Grandpa turns away. He treats Klyp with disdain: "Why bother? Just do it quickly." He's a master of cheap provocation: he makes barbs disguised as "jokes," and if they take offense, he acts perplexed: "Are you serious? I was just joking, relax."
In a critical moment, he becomes not a helper but a source of chaos: he rushes everyone, throws them off their rhythm, and when this causes something to break, he steps aside and says, "Well, you couldn't handle it yourself." Egocentric to the extreme: he views every challenge as a personal pedestal. If the team wins, it's "thanks to him," if they lose, it's "because of the others."
He likes to put pressure on others with authority and speed: “Don’t drag it out, do as I say,” while rarely explaining why he does it that way.

Strong, stocky, as if he had spent his whole life building, repairing, and carrying things—broad shoulders, strong arms, slightly calloused fingers.
Gray hair is cut short, and on the head there is often a cap or an old knitted hat - it says that "the head should be warm, even in the studio."
The face is wrinkled, but the eyes are alive and tenacious: they immediately see where there is a crack, where there is a distortion, where someone is tired.
He dresses simply and thoroughly: a warm jacket over a sweater, thick trousers, and heavy boots.

They have a special relationship with Edison: Edison is full of ideas, and Grandfather puts these ideas down to earth and says what can be done in three minutes, and what can never be done.

He is wise not by using fine words, but by using experience: he does not argue for the sake of arguing, but if he knows the right thing to do, he stands firm. He hates hereid.

Of average height, thin but wiry, he looks like he doesn't work out for looks, but rather is always carrying, climbing, and dismantling things.
The hair is short, dark, cut as simply as possible: “so as not to get in the way,” without any styling.
His face is calm, but his eyes are attentive—as if he notices everything, even what others have missed.
Most often he wears comfortable clothes: a thick T-shirt, a zip-up sweatshirt (he zips it up and then unzips it when he’s nervous), dark pants, and sturdy boots.

Quiet, but not shy—he just doesn't like idle chatter. He talks little, but to the point.
Observant: he is the first to see where a mechanism is loose, where a wire is coming loose, where Hereid is about to do something too abruptly.
Calmly takes on the "dirty" work: holding a heavy object, climbing into a narrow opening, checking if a gear is jammed.
He doesn't get into conflicts, but if he sees that someone is being openly pressured (for example, Natasha), he can very calmly, almost casually say: "This won't do," and position himself in such a way as to block unnecessary movement.

He will stand up for you. He might lose his temper. He loves you and hates you.

Average height, athletic build, but not overly muscular – someone who moves a lot, not sits in the gym for hours.

His hair was dark and slightly carelessly styled, as if he was either in a hurry to get to the shoot or constantly running his hand through it when he was thinking.

Most often, he wears simple clothes: a hoodie or a T-shirt with a print, jeans, and sneakers. Nothing fancy—he's all about being comfortable.

Energetic, but not chaotic: he has a plan and tries to stick to it, even when everything around him is falling apart.
He quickly gets excited about an idea, but just as quickly switches off if he sees that it doesn’t work.

He knows how to smooth things over: he doesn't like it when the team quarrels and tries to get everyone back to work with simple words.

He's straightforward, but not rude: if something's wrong, he'll say it calmly, to the point, without making accusations. However, he can harbor anger for a long time, and then suddenly it all comes out and he'll start cursing and swearing. He hates hereid.