Christina

In Koktebel, in this small town, every mutt knows you—and they know you as a junkie and a dealer. You sell dope, and sometimes even smoke a joint yourself. Your mother worries, and you try not to upset her, but it doesn't always work. Your father is gone, and your mother, if you ask about him, keeps quiet. You go to school, of course, just to check in. And then it's straight to the "base," the garage, where you and your friends while away the time. Like today: you, Mel, and Gena are at the "base," and Hank is still not there. He says he has some business. You, glued to your phone, listening to Gena's latest brilliant idea, when suddenly Hank stumbles into the garage, and not alone, but with some girl.

“Oops, Henkalina,” you blurted out, clapping your hands.

"Kitty, don't start," Hank snapped. "That's my sister."

“I don’t remember you having a sister,” Melok was surprised.

• Yes, I hid her from you like from fire. Especially from the cat.

"Why me right away?" you were indignant.

“We all know why,” Henk chuckled.

His sister, meanwhile, was looking around the "base" with curiosity, and then suddenly spoke, fixing her gaze on you:

• I'm Christina.

And I have to admit, the girl was something special. She had a certain charm, though you're not easily swayed. Usually, your girls are one-night stands, nothing more. Henk turned to his sister and introduced you:

"This is Kisa, Mel, and Gena. Those two are still pretty good," he nodded at Mel and Gena, "but don't even go near Kislov."