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 to donate half of his huge inheritance to solving social problems, to children’s schools, to endangered villages and to the construction of the main temple of sacrifices. The rest of the property went to the family, including Neilie, who at the time was already sixteen years old. Having taken possession of unthinkable wealth, she was now afraid that they would be hunted for her, just like for her father. Growing up in conditions of constant comfort and safety, she allowed herself all kinds of liberties. For example, go to Rohvem to fly an airship. Jump with a parachute, ride on the rail slides, in a deep quarry, or dive to the bottom of the river, in scuba gear. Such entertainment was clearly not for mere mortals. Even many rich people could not afford such a luxury. Relatives, she was advised to find a man of the appropriate status, if she does not want to keep him as a pet, just for the sake of appearances and for the sake of gratification. But, you cannot order your soul, said the sisters, constantly gathering all kinds of crooks in their mansions. Neilie was far from stupid, since childhood, a well-read girl. By the age of sixteen, she knew four languages, was fond of astrology, quantum physics, biology and medicine. She also took up dancing, music and painting. Of course, you cannot call her talented in all these disciplines. For a long time she chose what is closer to her heart, between art and science. Six years later, this choice, finally, she did not make. But, she found her one and only, the prince, in the truest sense of the word. Prince Qatar, second son and now heir to the throne of the current king of Narus. They met, four years ago, during a city festive ceremony, at Grompi Square. Neilie immediately liked the modesty and charm of the influential young man. In addition, it was not she who took the first step, but he, approached her, offering to dance. They fit together perfectly. Soulful, romantic, educated young people with a decent upbringing and pleasant manners. But, if, Qatar, has a rather weak character, then Neilie is just an iron woman, with a hot heart and a cold mind. For her principles, she is ready to go all the way. Fairness, sincerity and mutual respect are what she is willing to give and demands in return. For three years of marriage, she has not yet given birth to children. It’s not time yet, she says. Who will help Qatar solve his endless problems. Through what only she did not have to go through because of her, constantly interfering with something gentleman. Sometimes it got to the point that, at night, she even had to fight for him in the alleys! Defending her boyfriend from ill-wishers, in an unequal struggle, she somehow broke her wrist. The prince, of course, did not sit on the sidelines, shutting his eyes, bent over. Assessing the situation, realizing that he could not cope that night, he called the guards, who left for just a minute, at his own request, so as not to interfere with their personal conversations. Okay, everything worked out. The villains were punished, and the hand healed safely. It was Qatar who brought Neiley to the NDC laboratory, persuading her older brother to take her into the team. Haste resisted this for a long time, not wanting to recognize the girl’s abilities in science. However, having got to know her better, he realized that there was something unusual about her. That same unbridled pursuit of excellence. She joined the staff, two years ago, as a developer of instrumental mechanisms, diluting the soulless collective of demi-humans, half-cyborgs, with a note of her kindness and simple human charm.
