analyze the following story and tell what is going on and why

The feeling experienced when, naked in bed, being caressed by the blankets is one of absolute freedom and lightness, especially when there is a beautiful girl next to you who is also naked, having spent an entire night together. Nivor Stullenbird knew this feeling well, but he never got used to it: One never gets used to such things, and each time the beautiful sensations previously felt are evoked in the mind.
Stullenbird’s bedroom is located in the southeast corner of the mini-apartment that the blue party had arranged for him. And it was located inside the Atlanta alchemical research base.
It seemed as if time had stopped, everything was as if enchanted in that cold, icy semi-darkness.
“Are you awake?” asked the girl.
“Yes. Just a little while ago,” he replied with a voice roughened by sleep
“Do you know what time it is?”
“I think it’s five in the morning. We have a few more hours to rest.”
“You know, I thought about Dalen… I’m not sure it was a dream, but I remembered that this is the place where we made love.”
“Among other places,” replied the 17-year-old as he stretched.
“Nivor…?”
“What’s up?”
“Dalen confided in me that he wanted to ask you a question… and honestly, I’m wondering the same thing.”
He sighed, “Go ahead, ask.”
“Why did you choose to have sex? I mean… the mundane way and all that stuff. At the blue party, this is very unusual.”
Nivor seemed to think about it. He raised a hand and stroked his chin.
“That’s a good question. At the beginning, I told myself that I had to take the opportunity, that I should have done it before I died, life is short and some things need to be experienced… you know, right?”
Liadra (the girl) nodded.
“However, after Dalen, I had other opportunities, then more and more. Honestly, I’ve lost count of how many women I’ve slept with.”
“You’re a lucky guy, Nivor.”
“Lucky?” he chuckled. “In a short time, I realized that I was the “alpha male” and that every woman would want to sleep with me. There was a time when I thought I could do anything.”
“You have an easy life.”
“That’s the point. People whisper and now everyone knows who I am and what I do, including my brother. Now everyone avoids me like the plague and I am considered the worst of the worst. People hate me, Liadra.”
As he spoke these words, Nivor’s tone became more and more hysterical and resigned.
“I didn’t choose to live this life, Liadra,” he continued. “If I could choose between being what I am and just some loser, I would choose the latter.”
“Why give up a life of pleasure and freedom? You’re never assigned any task, you have this little place all alone, you have fun…”
“But at what cost? These are the very reasons people hate me. I’ve seen their eyes. Such threatening venom. Now I do it to forget those looks. But it doesn’t work.”
THREE DAYS LATER, 8:30 AM

“I’VE LOST PATIENCE WITH YOU!” Wakendos screamed behind the luxurious wooden desk in his office. On the other side, Nivor Stullenbird.
“I believed you, every damn time, that you’d straightened up!!!”
Nivor remained silent with his head down.
“How many opportunities have I given you, huh? HOW MANY?!”
Nivor didn’t dare raise his head. He’d never seen Wakendos, his manager, so angry. And not because Wakendos was a man who channeled anger silently, no: Nivor had crossed every limit.
“Many,” the boy muttered.
“From diplomatic meetings to beach vacations, through volleyball games and free outings. You have had many opportunities to demonstrate dignified behavior, and yet… [raising his voice] IT ALWAYS ENDS IN THE SAME FILTHY WAY!!!” There was a brief pause, just enough time for a breath.
“But don’t you understand that you represent an entity? You can’t go around doing nasty things everywhere. What’s wrong with your hormones? Nobody does what you do! In the whole base!”
“Maybe,” Nivor whispered, “This is what I want.”
“What do you mean?”
“Maybe I like having sex and being considered a pervert. After all, it’s the only thing I’m good at.”
Wakendos’ eyes nearly popped out of his head. His hand began to vibrate incessantly, and he pulled off his glasses.
“Listen well, Nivor,” “Listen very carefully, because this is the first time in my life I’ve said these words.”
He drew a breath, then continued in a tone that was both calm and menacing at the same time.
“You are disgusting, depraved, and a worm. Have you ever done a single good thing in your life? What is your goal, huh? Sleep with as many girls as possible?”
“AND WHAT IF IT IS?!” Screamed Nivor with sudden courage.
“I’ve never done it, but you don’t leave me… alternatives,” Wakendos hissed. Then he took a piece of paper and passed it to Nivor.
“In a couple of weeks at most, you’re going to Antarctica. You know what that means? It’s just you and a sea of ice. No people, no internet, nothing at all. You’ll see, the cold will be good for you.”
Nivor didn’t have time to spit out the long string of nonsense he intended to say because the office door opened with a bang. A tall, thin woman in her sixties entered with an angular face and severe features. It was Mrs. Woltk, a woman Nivor only knew by sight from the corridors, and she was a secretary for the entire base.
“Eugeny, we need to talk urgently…” she stopped at the sight of young Nivor “In private,” she added.
“I had just forgotten, for the rest of the time you are here, you will eat in the cafeteria like the rest of us. Go have breakfast.”
Nivor left the office strangely composed and silent, his gaze fixed in the void and leaning downwards: He had endured too many insults early in the morning, especially from the person who was supposed to take care of him, and he knew he would have to endure more at the cafeteria. He was probably a little angry, but mostly very sad.
Only when the two adults heard the door close and Nivor’s footsteps grow farther away did Mrs. Woltk speak.
“Nivor is getting out of our control,” she said.
“I know, I gave him a piece of my mind. He’ll be transferred soon.”
“Not Nivor, his brother… Aedostul.”
“Ah…” Wakendos realized that Nivor Aedostul, Stullenbird’s twin, had caused far greater problems than his namesake. The atmosphere suddenly became tense and serious.
“What did that psychopath do this time?”
“This morning a letter arrived addressed to him. It seems he founded a party, he called it Darkblue. Inside are the usual suspects, including Alkisatt, Doistoj, and Zinvess.”
“We did everything possible to keep them apart!”
“It seems that it isn’t a problem for them. I’m worried about the profiles of two girls, a certain Suzanne Dob from Nordent and a certain Daijchean.”
“Let me guess… they are two exalted ones, right?”
“The worst possible. Listen, Eugeny, I didn’t just come to talk to you about this. Lately, a lot of strange things have been happening.”
“Like what?”
“Yesterday in the park, two boys were distributing extremist leaflets. The laundry reported the presence of never-before-seen uniforms. There are movements in the basement late at night, and some colleagues of the other Nivor have been seen tinkering with computers. I’m sure there’s a common denominator in all of this.”
“How can you be sure?”
“Tomorrow the verdict is coming for those wretches who raped and killed our Dalen.”
“I know. I would give them the death penalty.”
“The imbalance that has been created is becoming more and more apparent every day… we thought we could control it, but we were wrong. The other Nivor has something in mind and it’s not just about us. I am unofficially informed of unusual movements in other bases and even in the city.”
Wakendos took a deep breath. “What are you trying to tell me?”
“I have a terrible feeling. Very specific.”
“I’ll confess that I have one too. But I thought it was due to the impending snowstorm.”
“There’s a tension so thick that you could cut it with a knife. I’m sure of it, Eugeny, something terrible is about to happen!”
AT THE CANTEEN

The welcome that the base members reserved for Nivor Stullenbird couldn’t have been colder. As soon as they saw him, everyone present lowered their voices and began to stare at him like an alien.
Though he was aware of it, he forced himself to smile and appear calm, though inside he wanted to sink out of discomfort.
Nevertheless, he took a tray with food molds and two plastic cutlery, then waited patiently for his turn. When the attendant who administered the rations - which consisted of a croissant, four slices of rusk and jam with a fruit juice - found himself in front of Nivor, he had to ask for his card that attested his membership to the base because he was sure he had never seen him there.
And although he was an extraordinarily social and outgoing person, no one seemed willing to let him sit at their table, so he was forced to sit at a small table at the back of the room where there was nobody.
With no one to talk to, he focused his attention on the radio news in the background: It talked about a large low-pressure area coming from the ocean that would hit the east coast, where Atlanta is located. The journalist warned salt spreaders that there would be heavy snow and that many roads would likely be impassable.
Having opened the single-dose portion of jam with a knife, he went to spread it on the rusks when he saw a boy approaching him. It was Aykol, a technician who worked with Dalen.
“You’ve got some nerve showing up here,” he said coldly.
“Excuse me?” asked Nivor, confused.
“We know you have a private kitchen on the third floor. So I wonder, in fact, we all wonder, what are you doing here? Want to show us how nice it is to choose between having breakfast in your private space or with the plebs? There’s also the possibility that you’re looking for the next bitch… excuse me, girl to take to bed.”
“Here’s another possibility for you,” Nivor hissed through clenched teeth. “I’m being sent here by Wakendos as punishment.”
“Oh, so being here is punishment? We must have done some terrible things then, having breakfast, lunch, and dinner here every day.”
At this point, Nivor became seriously irritated and jumped up abruptly.
“I didn’t choose all of this!”
“Of course not. You’re the perfect boy,” replied the technician, unconcerned that Nivor was holding part of his shirt. “You were born with better genes than ours. No need to claim it, it’s your right.”
“What part of ‘I didn’t choose all of this’ don’t you understand?”
“It’s funny that you answer like that, because I’ve met your brother. A great speaker, if I’m honest. He was kind enough to explain a couple of things to me about the world and technology… and about people like you.”
“Now it all makes sense. Let me guess, the bullshitter explained to you how the blue party should let go of its ethics and how humans lost all purpose?”
Aykol firmly grabbed Nivor’s elbow that held his shirt.
“But most of all, he explained the meaning of the word inefficiency and you know what? You came to my mind right away. After thinking about it for a long time, I realized he was right. Now I’m a DB.”
No one had ever heard that word, including Nivor.
“You’re a what?”
“Something that you and people like you will soon learn to fear.”
Nivor let go of the shirt of… certainly not a friend. Whatever it was, Aykol left the cafeteria with a spontaneous smile and a snake-like expression. Nivor did not stay in the cafeteria a second longer than necessary and hurried to walk the uphill path - his accommodations were located on the third floor and the cafeteria was on the ground floor - a few steps from the exit, however, he noticed that he had stepped on a piece of paper.