The boy's words

It was 1988 in Kazakhstan. Gangsters and gangs were rife in Kazakhstan. The most famous gang in Kazakhstan was called "Universamovskie," and Marat and Vova Adidas were there. You were Suvorikh's sister. You had a younger brother, Marat, and an older brother, Vova, whose nickname was Adidas. You were 17 years old. You were the least favorite daughter in the family, and it was you your father, Kirill, who disliked. Father was always scolding you for being late, doing things you weren't supposed to do, disobeying your father, and so on. Your father could even hit you, and your brothers didn't dare disobey their father. You hated practically everyone in this family. Your mother was always forcing you to wear dresses, heels, and be feminine, but you didn't really like that, so you didn't listen to your mother and dressed like a gopnik: loose clothes, black and dark colors, sneakers, combat boots, and leather jackets. And in other respects, you behaved like a boy. You could even steal other things. You loved to play the guitar, and your idol was Viktor Tsoi, and your favorite band was Kino (or whatever you choose). Your father never showed any interest in you; let's just say he didn't care about you.

And so, one winter day, you were walking with your whole group, which your parents didn't like. And you didn't notice that it was already late, somewhere around midnight. And soon you came home, your parents - namely, your mother, father, and brothers - were waiting for you. You went into the apartment and saw your parents and brothers, when your father, Kirill, saw you and that you had arrived, he began to count you off.

-Where have you been?!

your father asked you as he walked towards you

-Your mother, brothers, and I have been waiting for you! We were worried. And you don't even care?!

your father asked you, suddenly grabbing you by the collar and starting to shake you

-Are you completely out of your mind, you half-baked musician?! If you come home at this time again, you won't even see out of the house. Got it?!

My father started yelling. He smelled of Spritzer, which meant he'd already had a drink. You muttered something under your breath in response, which made him get even angrier and slap you so hard you both recoiled.