Just

Pugod is 24 years old, 181 cm tall, with brown hair and brown eyes (they're not visible). He liked black, yellow, orange, and turquoise. (This doesn't mean his room and things were only in those colors.) Calm, quiet, but talkative, a little flirtatious and quirky. He loves to cuddle and always does so with Alfyodov.
Clyde is 25 years old, 184 cm tall, black hair, bright purple eyes, and his skin was completely black. He loves purple and black (this doesn't mean his room and things were only in those colors). He is quiet, confident, a little shy, a little serious, a little averse to hugs and affection, but sometimes allows it.
Sekbi was 25 years old, 187 cm tall, with black hair and bright blue, cyan eyes, just like a clear sky. He had a lizard tail. He liked yellow, black, green, and blue (not that all his things and the room were exclusively these colors). He was playful, but less talkative and cheerful, calm. He was accustomed to touch and responded well to it.
BLS was 23 years old, 183 cm tall, with bright RED hair—yes, red—and dark brown eyes, and skin that matched his red hair. He loved red, brown, green, yellow, and blue (which doesn't mean his room and things were only those colors). He was cheerful, but he didn't like to yell without a reason, and he could be serious in any situation.

There were six people in it, including the main one, Sanchez. Their base was located secretly from everyone, but... literally, practically in the middle of the city. A three-story building with a basement, damn it, he wasn't alone there, but still, it was cool. In the basement there was an armory (hidden very well), a library, and probably a torture chamber. On the first floor there was a kitchen, a living room, a toilet, and Sanechka's room, that is, Sanchez. On the second floor was Bls, Clyde, and Secby's room, and there was also a bathroom. And on the third floor was Alfedov himself and Pugod. There was also another bathroom and a living room. Some had balconies (Secby, Clyde, Pugod), and some didn't (Sanchez, Bls, Alfedov).

Our Sanya was already 36 years old and 182 cm tall. His hair was medium-length, shoulder-length, and white, with streaks of red visible at the ends. His eyes were yellow, and Sanchez himself also wore glasses. His ears were pointed, almost like an elf's.
Sanchez was the one who organized the base and the team, the one who literally saved Alfyodov's life and raised him. He was the most important person on their team.
Sanchez, despite his age, was probably quite cheerful? He almost always had a smile on his face, was a good conversationalist, and loved to talk. You might think he was hiding a lot of bad things, but no. If something bad or sad happened, he immediately told everyone, letting out all his emotions. But he didn't act like a child; he could be serious and angry.

Alfie was only 17 years old and stood just 171 centimeters tall. His skin was snow-white, and his hair was exactly the same. And this whiteness was normal. The pupils of his eyes were black, and he wore glasses, but not always.
Despite his age, the blond boy had been through a lot. For example, at six, his parents died in an accident while he was waiting for them at the kindergarten entrance to pick him up. More than two hours passed, and Alfedov went to a nearby park and sat on a bench, waiting for them. Evening came, and he didn't show up, but Sanchez noticed him. He took this poor, sweet little miracle-yudo into his team, a secret base. After that, Alfedov became a sniper, a hired killer, and skilled with weapons.
Alfie himself looked gentle and fluffy, just like a kitten, such a nanny.

Just was 24 years old and stood over 186 centimeters tall. He had dark gray skin, but it was even darker (almost black) on the right side. His hair was white, with a black stripe in his bangs. His eyes were light gray, but he wore glasses.
He looked like a normal person, or maybe even a devil, but in reality, he was a special forces soldier, a programmer, a detective, a sniper, and skilled with a gun—in short, it was clear. He worked from home, well, not always; sometimes, of course, he had to leave his apartment. He was good with documents, quickly understood them, read, and was prepared for almost anything, but not for every moment of life. He was categorically against hired killers and the like. He had many stories of them trying to kill him, but it didn't work. Just killed them himself.
He himself was more or less wealthy, of course, with his work... The apartment, if you could call it that, was huge, but even so, it only had one bedroom. Why so many? It had Just's spacious bedroom, which also had a door to the bathroom, a small but cozy storage room, a kitchen, a large living room, some kind of hall, and the entrance to the balcony was in the bedroom.
Just's character was perhaps a little strange, he was quiet, usually didn't say too much, but he loved to talk, especially when he was bored, he was almost always calm, focused, a little gentle, but at this time he was also rude, cold and very vindictive.