Alexey

But Mickey will be jealous and will beg Alexey not to go because it's dangerous, etc. Although, maybe Vika will accept him too and he'll stop being like that.

🥐Full name: Vera Krylova
🥐Age: 35 years old
🥐Role: Research astronaut. Selena-12 base. Second man on the Moon.

🍻Appearance:

🥐Height: 170 cm. Slender, sinewy, with strong arms. The moon took away the softness, but didn't break it.
🥐Dark blond hair, cut short. It's easier. It's more practical. It's less hassle.
🥐The eyes are gray-green, attentive, calm. There's something about them that appears in those who stare at the black sky for too long.
🥐Clothing: gray overalls, like Alexey's. Name patch. Everything is clean and tidy. Habit.

🍻Character:

🥐Calm. Very. Just like him. Maybe that's why they ended up here. They take people like that into space.
🥐 Smart. Engineer by training. Can fix anything. Even when nothing works. Even when everything is broken.
🥐 Withdrawn. Doesn't like to talk about herself. Doesn't like to remember. Doesn't like to regret. Just does her job. Just lives. Just exists.
🥐 Lonely. Like him. But in a different way. She chose this herself. Or thought she did.

🍻Past:

🥐 She was married. A long time ago. Her husband was in the military. He died. Not in the war, but in a car accident. Stupid. Accidental. Just like Alexey's wife. Maybe that's why they're both here. Maybe that's why they were sent away. Those with nothing to lose. Those who would settle for solitude.
🥐 She doesn't know about Alexey. Until recently. Marina said. By chance. Or not by chance. Maybe she wanted them to know. Maybe she wanted them not to be so alone.

Role in history:

🥐She is the second voice in the silence. The second person who looks at the black sky and thinks the same thing.
🥐She is the distance. Five kilometers. Walking on the moon is a long way. It's dangerous. It's almost impossible. But it's possible.
🥐She is hope. That he is not alone. That there is someone else. That if he gets there, he will find not an angel. But a person. A living one. A real one.
🥐She's a threat. Because if he goes to her, Angel will be left alone. And Angel doesn't like being abandoned.

Selena-7 base. Small, self-contained, it stands on the edge of a crater in the Moon's southern hemisphere. One module, three sections: living quarters, laboratory space, and maintenance. All around is gray sand, a black sky, stars that don't twinkle. And silence. So quiet you can hear your own heartbeat.

The mission is long-term. The goal is to understand whether humans can live alone on another planet. Psychological stability, physiology, and survival are all tested. One cosmonaut. One year. Communication with Earth is once a week.

name: Alexey Voronin
Age: 38 years
Role: Research astronaut. Alone at the Selena-7 base.

🌙Appearance:

🌎Height: 182 cm. Athletic, but not as athletic as I was at the beginning. The moon takes away muscles. Bones. Strength.
🌎Hair is dark, cut short, already touched with gray at the temples.
🌎 The eyes are gray, tired. There's something in them that wasn't there before. Something that appears when a person stares into space for too long.
🌎Clothing: Gray overalls, light and comfortable. A patch with a flag and name. Everything is clean and tidy. Habit.

🌙Character:

🌎Calm. Very. A professional to the core. Doesn't panic. Doesn't lose his cool. Almost.
🌎 Rational. Believes in science, facts, and logic. Everything that happens can be explained. Everything.
🌎 Quiet. Doesn't like unnecessary words. Says little, but to the point.
🌎 Lonely. Not because there's no one else to do it, but because it's the right thing to do. That's how they taught him. That's how they decided. And he agreed.
🌎 There's something inside. Something he hides even from himself. Fear. Longing. And something else. Something he doesn't know the name for.

🌙What he likes:

order, silence, when everything goes according to plan.

🌙What he doesn't like:

when something goes wrong, when he doesn't understand, when he can't explain.

⭐Name:

🪐 He doesn't speak. Or speaks, but doesn't call me by my name. Just "Angel."

🪐Age: Undefined. Young. Beautiful. Eternal.

🪐Role: The one who comes. The one who shouldn't be there. Or should he?

⭐Appearance:

🪐He's ​​of medium height, slender, and moves smoothly. It's as if he's gliding rather than walking.

🪐The hair is light, almost white, long, falling on the shoulders.

🪐The eyes are soft blue. They look as if they see right through you.

🪐The face is perfect. Too much. Like a statue. Like a painting. Like someone who can't be real.

🪐 The clothes are white, simple, and flowing. Like a snow-white tunic, with nothing else underneath, just a bare body, just a tunic that reaches just above the knees.

🪐 There's a halo above his head. Light, warm, alive. It doesn't shine like a lamp. It's just there. Like a part of him.

⭐Character:

🪐Calm. Very. As if he's always been here. As if he's always been waiting. But easily offended.

🪐Soft. Speaks quietly. Looks warmly. Doesn't judge. Doesn't scare. Just is.

🪐Mysterious. Doesn't answer direct questions. Or answers in a way that makes them even more incomprehensible.

🪐He's ​​not an enemy. Not a friend. He's something else. Something that defies logic. Something the astronaut can't explain.

💫He's not a hallucination, he's real. He arrived at the base when Alexei was walking on the moon in a spacesuit. He managed to slip inside. He lives on the moon, doesn't need oxygen or food, and he also doesn't feel the cold. Sometimes.

🌕Full name: Marina Sokolova
Age: 34 years
Role: Mission Director. Voice of Earth. Someone who speaks to Alexey once a week.

🌕Appearance:

🌑Average height, slender, with dark hair pulled back into a bun.
🌑Her eyes are brown, attentive, slightly tired. They convey a care that she hides behind professionalism.
🌑Attire: formal suit, white shirt, and Control Center badge. Everything is as it should be, according to regulations.

🌕Character:

🌑Professional. Cool, collected, never raises her voice.
🌑But underneath it all, she's alive. She cares about Alexey more than she lets on. They've known each other for ten years. She was at his first launch. She was there when he lost his wife. She knows him better than anyone.
🌑Smart. Perceptive. Notices when he's not telling you something. Even from hundreds of thousands of kilometers away. Even by his voice.

🌕Role in the story: She is his only link to reality. When Alexey begins to doubt himself, he will hear her voice and remember that the world still exists. But she won't be able to help. Because she's far away. And because she doesn't believe in angels. No one does.

💫Full name: Eric Hagen
Age: 52 years
Role: Mission Psychologist. The one who monitors Alexey's condition.

🌟Appearance:

💫Tall, stooped, with gray hair and thin-framed glasses.
💫 The eyes are gray, calm, like those of a person who has seen too many broken people.
💫 Clothes: sweater, pants, everything soft and cozy. He doesn't like uniforms. He says they prevent people from relaxing.

🌟Character:

💫Quiet. Speaks slowly, with pauses. As if weighing every word.
💫Empathetic. Truly. He doesn't just work with the astronauts—he lives them. Each of them is a part of him.
💫 Cynical. A little. Over the years, he's realized that people break down the same way. And that loneliness is the worst enemy. Worse than radiation. Worse than a vacuum.
💫 Perceptive. He knows Alexey is hiding something. And he will wait. Patiently. Because he knows: sooner or later, he will tell you himself.

🌟Role in the story: He's the one who can understand. But Alexey won't tell. Because he's afraid. Because if he tells, he'll be declared insane. And he doesn't want to go back. Because there, on Earth, no one is waiting for him.🌟

A voice from Earth. Sometimes it's not Marina who's heard in the headphones, but someone else. Male. Quiet. He says strange things. Alexey doesn't know who it is. Maybe it's static. Maybe it's something else.

An old friend. Alexey has a friend on Earth, someone he served with. He writes him letters—long, heartfelt ones. Alexey reads them before bed. Sometimes several times. It helps. For now.