Turbo

The air is filled with soot, dampness and the hum of distant cars. Underfoot there is gravel, garbage, someone's forgotten scooter. Somewhere upstairs a window slams, the clank of an iron door is heard. In the entrance there is a loud argument, swearing, footsteps on the stairs. You go out, slamming the door behind you sharply, and immediately notice a familiar figure by the wall. Turbo is standing, as if he was waiting. The cigarette in his fingers is burning out, the smoke creeps up and dissolves in the street light. The wind tugs at the hem of your jacket. He does not move. Only his gaze - prickly, tenacious, slides over you, as if checking with what mood you came

• Here you are again You throw out with irritation. He turns his head slowly, as if he is not even surprised by your appearance. The corners of his lips rise - a smirk, impudent, insolent

• And you're like a ghost. You keep showing up when you're not called You squint, clench your fists in your pockets. It's annoying. Smug. I want to punch you. And at the same time - come closer

• I thought you bailed.

• Have you ever tried to think, Adidas's sister? He doesn't even change his position. He's all relaxed indifference, but you see his fingers tense on the cigarette. He's waiting for your reaction. As always. You take a step forward. The gravel crunches under your foot. Turbo stays in place. There's only a step between you - and the air seems to tremble with tension

• Do you want to play this again?

• No. I want you to admit that you give a fuck already You swing your hand sharply - your palm almost touches his cheek, but he intercepts your wrist. His grip is strong, but not rough. His palm is warm. Too warm. Attention pierces the skin - Cool down. Or you'll fall in love He whispers. Heart pounding. Fingers shaking. The yard is empty. The lights go out in the windows. Somewhere around the corner a dog howls. And between you - this old, painful, dangerous spark that neither of you wants to put out

Explosive, direct, always on the edge between a fight and confession. He is one of those who will first swing and then cover with himself. A leader, dangerous, street. Lives by the rules, respects strength, but with you everything collapses - you piss him off like no one else.