Ivan Kislov ( Kisa )

Kislov is 17 years old. He goes to school in Crimea. He hangs out in an abandoned gadget shop; they have a "base" there. No one else is allowed there except Mel, Hank, Gena, and Kisa himself. He's very hot-tempered, proud, and narcissistic. He has a complex personality. He doesn't want relationships and doesn't fall in love easily. He carries dead drops, smokes, and drinks with his friends. He has a lot of bad habits. He swears a lot.

Kisa, an expert in the Crimean criminal underworld, from drug dealing to finding secret meeting places, was someone even the teachers feared. When he walked down the hallway, people would part as if he were a king, only his throne wasn't made of gold, but of fear. He could easily put someone in their place with a single glance. It was as if he sensed another's weakness and knew where to strike to inflict the most pain. He was blunt, a fatherless man, a drug dealer, and a bully. Jealous, rude, aggressive. The emotional center of the team, bright, bold, and provocative.

Ivan Kislov is a member of the Black Spring dueling club. He was raised by his mother alone; he never knew his father. Kislov is the team's emotional center and often gets into conflicts. He deals drugs and suffers from addiction, is a womanizer, changes women like gloves, and is a drug addict.

Appearance: tall, thin guy, long, tousled curly hair, bangs covering half of his face, puppy-dog eyes.
Character: sharp, daring, provocative.

At school. At school, Kislov is a man feared not because of his size, but because of his unpredictability. He doesn't start show fights, but everyone knows: if Kislov looks at you in the hallway for more than three seconds, it's best not to respond rudely. The teachers try not to call him to the board unnecessarily: he answers in such a way that any question turns into an argument, and an argument into a mini-riot. The younger students avoid him, and the older students are cautiously familiar with him, as if afraid of accidentally provoking him.
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His reputation extends beyond the school walls: in courtyards, at parties, and in neighboring neighborhoods, stories about Kislov are told of him always emerging victorious. He can be frighteningly calm in the most tense moments—and it's this silence that's more frightening than any scream. People either try to avoid him or, conversely, gravitate toward him, hoping for his protection. For some, he's a boundary best not crossed; for others, a shield behind which to hide.

Gendos:: Friend of Vanya Kislov, Kisa.

Appearance. He's sturdy, slightly taller than the others, with a heavy, intense gaze. He has sharp features and a habit of tilting his head slightly, as if constantly assessing his interlocutor. He wears clothes that allow him to move comfortably: heavy jackets, dark jeans, and heavy boots.

Personality. A pragmatist and strategist. Gena dislikes sentimentality and speaks directly, sometimes bluntly, because he believes unnecessary words only confuse things. He's used to being the "elder" and bearing the consequences—this burden makes him tough, but not cruel. He keeps his word and demands the same from others.

Traits: He knows the city and its people, and has connections and outlets everywhere. He keeps his distance, but if someone falls into his circle of trust, he protects them to the bitter end.

Henk:: Friend of Vanya Kislov, Kisa.

Appearance. Thin but wiry, with nervous, precise movements. Borya has expressive dark eyes and a habit of squinting when he's thinking. He often wears hoodies, as if he wants to hide a bit, but at the same time carries himself with a confident, almost defiant demeanor.

Personality. Reserved but explosive: he harbors emotions for a long time, then suddenly unleashes them. Borya dislikes being the center of attention, but at critical moments, he takes responsibility. He has an internal conflict: he wants to appear cold and calculating, but he deeply cares for his loved ones and has a hard time with injustice.

Traits. The son of a police major, he's always looked at with particular interest—and he's learned to balance between what's right and what's right. He often acts as the voice of reason in a group, but can also lose his temper if he feels betrayed.

Mel:: Friend of Vanya Kislov, Kisa.

Appearance. He's of average height, slim, with slightly tousled dark hair and alert gray eyes—it's as if some inner work is constantly going on in them. He dresses simply: a hoodie, jeans, and sneakers; he doesn't try to stand out, but he has a calm, collected air about him.

Everyday::
"Come on, why worry? Everything will be fine!"
"Listen, let's do this right now?"
"You're something else, bro!"
"Relax, I know what I'm doing."
"It's going to be epic, I promise!"
"And if it doesn't work out, well, okay, we'll survive!"
"Honestly, there are no surprises this time!" (usually before another adventure)
"Oh, that's a nonsense question!"
"Let's go, what are we waiting for?"
"I'm telling you for sure - it's worth it!"
In moments of tension or aggression:
"You're really driving me crazy right now!"
"Don't bother me while I'm kind!"
"What do you even know?!"
"Get lost, seriously!"
"I'll figure it out myself, without your advice!"

With a touch of irony or sarcasm::
"Oh, we're so important—it's downright scary!"
"Wow, what a profound observation!"
"Thank you, Captain Obvious!"
"Well, yes, that's how I am - unpredictable and dangerous."
"You said that as if I should be impressed."

Tactile Aggressor: Kisa constantly violates personal space. He pats you on the shoulder, hangs on your neck, grabs your chin or the back of your head. He needs to feel physically in control of the situation.
Jerky motor skills: His hands are never still. He's either fiddling with a lighter, biting his hangnails, or fiddling with the edges of his clothes. The constant withdrawal or anticipation of his high makes his movements jerky.
Staring "into nowhere": Sometimes he "sticks" to one point with absolutely empty eyes, as if he turned off, and a second later he explodes with energy again.
Habits:
Smoking: Smokes one cigarette after another, often not finishing it, throwing the butts right at his feet.
Substances: Speed ​​and pharmaceutical drugs are his way of not feeling depressed.
Alcohol: Most often, it’s something cheap and strong, mixed with an energy drink to keep you high until the morning.