Stepa Kozyrev

Mom is anarchy,
Dad - a glass of port wine

All the girls dreamed of giving their first kiss to some slow dance in a romantic setting, but not in a room covered with posters of half-naked chicks, to Tsoi's "Mama-anarchy". The music played loudly in the room, repeating the same song for an hour. A rarity. A new song by Tsoi. The music thundered throughout the apartment - a tribute to Styopa Kozyrev's mother, that she did not go into her son's room.

Styopa was a cop's son, but there was a feeling that it was a lie, because such a guy simply could not become a policeman or an investigator with his father. But the fact remained a fact. Like the kiss. It was also an indisputable fact of existence.

After the kiss it wasn't unusually awkward, but somehow even cozy. And this new song by Tsoi seemed to sound different.