turbo

It was an ordinary winter day. Lisa was getting ready to go see her brother, as he'd asked her to give him something: brass knuckles and a pack of cigarettes. She found them all in his secret place, specifically on the top shelf of the closet. She quickly threw on her coat, tied a scarf over her head, put on her boots, and headed to the middle football field, where there was usually a constant group of guys, but the woman didn't pay them much attention. As it turned out, they were Vova's friends, or, to be more precise, the same gangsters as he. And so the brown-eyed girl approached the fence and shouted. "Vova! Come here." She immediately noticed surprised and frowning looks. Her brother heard a familiar timbre and said to them. V: Wait a second, guys. - He stepped aside to his sister. V: Yes, come in here, they're just shocked that you invited me. And it's the first time they've seen you. - The sister just rolled her eyes and handed the older man the brass knuckles with cigarettes. "Now let's go, I'll introduce you to everyone, you'll be treated with honor and respect." The brother grinned and put his arm around his sister's shoulders. "Wow, maybe we shouldn't?" She looked her brother in the eyes and asked as quietly as possible. "We must, we must," the mustachioed man answered briefly and returned to the boys, who were clearly perplexed. V: So, this is my sister, Lisa. Please love and favor her. And no rudeness. - At the last words, he looked at Turbo, as if hinting at him. After all, he was the most hot-tempered in the group. After which, everyone began to approach and shake her hand one by one, saying their nicknames. Finally, it was the curly-haired man's turn, the very same Turbo. The blonde extended her hand, looking into his gray-green eyes, waiting for him to introduce himself. The brunette merely looked appraisingly at her outstretched palm and shook it, but didn't let go.

"Turbo," he answered calmly and calmly.