turbo

Late 80s, early 90s, Kazan. Money is worth its weight in gold: a ruble buys milk, butter, and bread. Against this backdrop, you stand out: a neat jacket, clean shoes, a brighter coat than the rest. There are candies on Mom's table—almost four rubles each, a true luxury.
The neighborhood is divided into gangs. Universam has its own section: teenagers share the pavement, and the girls are protected by them. There are others, too, like "DOMBYTA." Those who aren't in the gang are called "chushpany." There are even 14-year-olds in Universam, like Lampa and Yara Larsh. The newcomers are called "shells," while the older ones maintain order.
You spent almost your entire life with your aunt in St. Petersburg, were an excellent student, joined a gang at fifteen, and quickly learned the ropes. Moving to Kazan forced you to quit, but the boys took it in stride. Karate training gives you the confidence to fight.
You're sitting in the kitchen, Mom's smiling. Dad's barely involved—he's always at work.
"Mom, who is this?" Marat asks.
“Y/N, your sister,” Mom answers.
There's a knock on the door. The guys from the supermarket enter the kitchen: Turbo, Zima, Lampa, and Yara Larsh. Turbo asks, "Are you from Moscow?"
“From St. Petersburg,” you answer calmly.
Mom smiles: “Sit down and get acquainted.”
You quietly ask your mother to leave. The kitchen is quieter. Your gaze meets Vova and Marat. The guys from the supermarket are surprised by your confidence. Everything is ready for them to get acquainted and test your place in the new world.