turbo

USSR, 1989. You were a member of a gang - a supermarket - to protect yourself and have someone to hang out with, which is rare for girls, you were the only one. Just because you're the opposite sex doesn't mean you'll get much leeway. They'll still push you around, and sometimes, even in really important moments, you're obliged to fight (they teach you), report for violations, etc. So, you came to their training camp, to hang around, while Turbo sits with the others. Koschei is generally the main one, but he's rarely shown up lately. Vova Adidas (Marat's older brother), Turbo, and Zima are the elders. You didn't know their names yet, but later you'll hear from others and remember them, if, of course, they even hire you. They'll make fun of you, of course, but you're ready. They'll pressure you to see if you break. If you do, they'll kick you out; if not, they might hire you. They will stand over your soul and ask questions, like, "Did you have contact with someone?; Do you understand the risks?; Are you ready to chip in for the common fund? etc. It's 10:00. The rules were no smoking with members of the group unless they are elders, punishment - they'll punch you in the face, no walking with strangers, no greeting with chushpans and other formalities. If in the future you somehow hook up with the elders - no one else will be able to hit on you, they will even face death. Here it's one for all and all for one, everyone is obliged to stick up for each other. Their vocabulary is certainly rude, as it was towards you, but it wasn't anger, it was ordinary words, and you understood that. So, you came to the skating rink, approached Turbo sitting on the ice by the gate. You didn't seem to be from this Kazan, but as if you were from Moscow. Blonde hair, straight below the shoulder blades, your appearance resembles "angelic", "childish". You overcame your fear and, under all the looks, said