for anything. Vaidah is not a principled person, but a very strong-willed person. He makes decisions hundreds of steps ahead, like a robot, calculating all possible outcomes. He is able to compromise, and knows how to listen to all points of view. For him, there are no authorities, so the opinion of street rascals, for him, is no different from the opinion of the council of the wisest, or his comrades in the NDC. He subjects each judgment to a detailed analysis, comparing it with real facts, and his own vision of the world. Vaidah, does not lead a healthy lifestyle, which is already beginning to affect his condition. A full physique and diabetes mellitus significantly complicate a man’s life, despite the advice of his comrades, he is not going to change anything, stating that he is quite happy with everything. Pale, yellowing, not healthy skin on his face, a lack of vitamins and lack of physical activity, also provoke his first heart and blood pressure problems, in his, then, twenty-five years. Every time a man promises his friends that as soon as he meets a soul mate, he will immediately bring he is in shape. In recent years, after he became famous, several girls still tried to try something with him, but his requirements were too high. It turns out, Vaidah, give almost a goddess of beauty, a great mind, so that she can do everything, and be in time everywhere. But, he himself is the complete opposite. Not neat and not handsome. She washes once a week, shears her hair once every six months, shaves as needed, and barely changes her clothes. Its narrow nose with wide nostrils was pointed at the end like a bird’s beak. Brown eyes, wavy, always disheveled dark hair and black eyebrows fused into one. Plump lips, curled up in a bow, ears almost bent into a tube, and a characteristically protruding, unshaven second chin, make his mug look like a fabulous pig. His appearance was often laughed at, but he learned not to pay attention to it. Previously, like everyone else, Vaidah was a vulnerable person and very often cried over trifles. Now, it is not so easy to offend him. He’s ironic enough, and he’s still a troll. Can laugh at himself at any time, even when it seems inappropriate. It can be very difficult to separate his sarcasm from a serious statement. He loves to chat just like that, on a variety of topics, but he will never talk about his dreams or problems that do not leave his head every day. Vaidah is not one of those who like to be frank, he just does his job, gradually approaching his goals.
Dambi life story.
The most mysterious, almost the oldest, and the smartest employee at the NDC. Dambi rarely interacts with people. As a child, he had periods when, for years, he could not say a word. The character is very secretive. It happens that you can’t get a word out of him, but he himself, like an ordinary genius, is terribly curious. Unlike Vaidah, whom he is nine years older, he looks younger than him and a million times prettier. His brutal face with a perfect physique and tall stature makes him look more like a model or actor than an outstanding mathematician. Combed back, raised up, uncharacteristic, dark brown hair always looks aesthetically pleasing. Even when he did not lay them down, but simply passed them once with his hand, they lay down as they should. In front, on the left side of his forehead, he had a small pigtail that stretched to his eyebrow. He covered her with a scar, a small incision above the eyebrow that was not so striking. On the contrary, it made him even more brutal. The eyebrow, on the other side, is also split, with a white stripe. His serious frown and sparkling brown eyes made him imposing and elegant. Smooth, slightly plump lips, his lips often dry and crack. Straight, medium-sized nose and black, thick bristles. Porous, oily skin kept him from wrinkles. He always wore a black protective corset, a typical lightweight, hard vest, with prominent reliefs, over a white shirt, with rolled up sleeves. Pants made of dense fabric, sitting almost tight, it has different colors. Basically, he preferred gray, like jeans, blue and burgundy. It would seem that such a person should have at least three wives, but Dambi is completely alone. He does not even have a girlfriend, and it is not known whether they were ever at all. It is not worth suspecting him of non-traditional sexual orientation, at least, according to his statements, he is heterosexual, although he has never ordered priestesses with his friends. How he pleases himself remains a mystery, and the guys joke a lot on this topic. Some say that he is an alien, entrenched in an artificial body, others that he is just crazy, like most of the participants in the NDC. No matter how they tried to hurt his feelings, during their leisure time, the employees did not succeed. It is impossible to evoke any reaction, even an adequate one, from Dambi. If Vaidah resembles a computer, both externally and internally, then Dambi is an even more powerful computer built into a beautiful doll. He is also unprincipled and diverse. If there is a need, he will ask for help, but if he can cope on his own, he will do any work alone. Making sensational scientific discoveries, he even forgets to share this with his colleagues at the NDC. He does not at all try to hide something. Simply, this is how his psychology works. The guys already know that if he walks contentedly, imagining something to himself, runs his hands on the table, as if drawing, then he has an interesting idea, which he most likely has already decided. And, if you ask him, he will definitely tell. Moreover, he will do it with a desire, as if he really does, a couple forgets that there are people around him with whom you can share your thoughts and emotions. At home, he communicates quite openly with his mother, with whom he lived all his life. His mother was like an angel, beautiful, slim, sincere, good-natured and always in a good mood. My father was also a recluse, and was engaged in science. He just used his mother as a slut and left him, not even knowing that she got pregnant from him. Then, they say, after a couple of years he hanged himself in his own house. Dambi doesn’t care about his fate. He doesn’t even know his name. The mother has married three more times since then. Moreover, she simultaneously had two husbands who loved her. She gave birth to another child, a girl who is seven years younger than him. She herself already has a family and a child who goes to school. They do not maintain a relationship with Dambi, although sometimes they still meet at their mother’s house. It is not uncommon for a man to give out what is least expected of him. For example, he can force everyone to do only his task when the situation calls for it. From time to time, a commander wakes up in him, more abruptly than Haste, whose organizational skills are at an exorbitant level. The power of persuasion and charisma of this character is forced to follow him in any situation. He gets along well with people, despite the fact that he communicates exclusively on business. Dambi knows who and what gifts to give, so that it really feels good. To each person, in his team, he knows the approach, while it is very difficult to find an approach to him, if at all possible. Here, in the circle of employees, there is an opinion that even God cannot get into his soul.
Neilie life story.
Neilie was born in Vayelon. She is a selfless girl who has a lot to learn from. Strong personality in all respects. Height, slightly below average, physique, athletic. Short hair, with bangs combed to the side, long gold earrings in the ears, something that immediately catches the eye. On her shoulders there are large colored tattoos depicting stars on one side, in pink smoke, on the other side, atoms, in the form of crystal lattices, on a blue background. Slender legs, in high heels, she was not used to hiding under a dress. Since childhood, she wore trousers, and she doesn’t even like short skirts. While in dress, she is selective. She likes a strict style more, an image corresponding to her inner state. A girl was born into the family of the great sculptor and architect Paragon Aliam. He took part in almost all major construction and architectural projects. The legendary tower of time, the Selim temple, the flower park of Babylon, the facades of various estates, the water supply system, the sewage system and much more. Wherever you look, Paragon put his hand everywhere. He deservedly was, one of the richest people in the city, and the whole world, respectively. Revered and respected at all social levels. He owned two banks, three palaces, a chain of restaurants, rice, sugar and orange fields, in general, he owned a little of everything. He even had his own army, although by law it is forbidden to have a private army, therefore, he called it simply bodyguards, and personal protection. Surprisingly, he was not even a member of any state council. Naturally, such a large trader could not but have enemies. No matter how honestly he does business, there will be no less envious people. Several attempts were made on him a year, and, six years ago, he was still killed by a gang of intruders, on the orders of Giverra, a ruthless killer who then sat on the council of the wisest. Upon death, he left six daughters, and five sons, from five marriages. It was decided