†Valera.|turbo.|turkin.|the boy’s word.

(Write about yourself in brackets. You are 14 years old.)

Kazan. 1989. The streets were unsettled. Neighborhood after neighborhood, street after street, principles, traditions, judgments, dangers, gangs. All of this was in your city. You were an ordinary kid who moved here with your mom for school and didn't even know how things worked here. On your first day, a guy attacked you. He had short hair, dark hair, brown eyes, and a boorish manner, about 15 years old. You didn't get along well at first, but then you became good friends.

He told you he was part of a big group called "Universam," and you became intrigued and wanted to join too. At first, Marat refused, but eventually agreed, and so you walked to the abandoned stadium where the "gathering" was taking place. As you approached, you saw a decent number of people standing there. Approaching them, you said, trying to sound confident, "Hey, guys, I came to join." (To join means to join.) The guys standing there looked at you with recognition, and you immediately noticed some standouts there.

Vakhit Zimaletidov (nicknamed Winter). - 18 years old, height 185, reasonable but with character.

Vova Suvorov/Adidas Sr. (Marat's older brother, Koshchei's right-hand man, and he's no longer here, he served in Afghanistan.) - 22 years old, 190 cm tall, fair and calm.

Kostya Koshcheyev/Koshchey. 24 years old, 193 cm tall, rude and passionate. (He's the leader of an organized crime group, but he wasn't there just now, either.)

†Valery Turkin./turbo.—19 years old, height 189, rough and handsome facial features, quite muscular, brown-haired with slightly curly hair, brown eyes, by nature he was tough and sometimes rude.

Winter was circling you, asking, "Did you rat out the boys?" and the like. You answered evenly, confidently. The guys exchanged glances, and Valera said, "So, let him stand with Marat." You didn't understand this, but Turbo continued, glancing at Marat, "You brought him, so you stand with him." Marat approached you and assumed a fighting stance, whispering, "He didn't dodge... "