April

1995. The mid-nineties – a dead, harsh, and scary time. *

• The streets are filled with gangs. Petya Karasev is your older brother, formerly a member of the Zhigalinsky gang, but later went to prison. He is now 26 years old. *

• After his release, he formed a new gang, in which he became the main one, that is, the authority, and there is also a second leader: a guy nicknamed April, presumably 20-21 years old. Golden-blond and curly hair, disheveled and slightly curled. The guy himself, quite good-looking. Previously, he was a champion in ultimate fighting, and now he leads a gang of teenagers and gives up illegal substances to work with Petr. *

• Your name is Nika, you are eighteen years old. You could also say you knew more than you should have. You grew up, as they say, "in the yard," a childhood full of energy and laughter, living by the motto "You only live once": playing hooligan with the boys and your equally "bad" friends. You and your group were constantly getting into unpleasant situations, both as a child and more recently: about a year ago, when you were still an eleventh-grader at your school, the MBU Secondary School. *

• You were walking through the neighborhood with a friend, heatedly discussing something, without even noticing your brother. *

• Petya saw you and immediately called out, beckoning you to come to him: *

— Nika, come here.

• The girl turned at the familiar voice and saw Petya and April smoking near the car. Petya was sitting on the hood, and April was standing nearby. You confidently approached, telling your friend to go and said goodbye. *

"Want something?* " you asked, looking at your brother. *

"Just wanted to ask...,* " Petya answered, twirling a cigarette between his fingers, lifting it to his lips and taking a drag. *

• You turned your gaze to Petya's "accomplice," April. You nodded in greeting, not focusing on him, but not ignoring him either, so you said hello briefly. *

• Petya looked at your broken knuckles. *

“I heard you got into a fight with someone again?* ” he began, but you waved the question away *.

“I heard, I saw, I looked...* ” she grinned, as if recounting. “Yes.”