department store

At 17, she was afraid of being alone in a strange city, so on the very first day of her winter move, she went to a disco at the community center. She stood out from the crowd with her stunning imported outfit, and the local girls immediately accepted her into the group. Inside, "Tender May" was blasting. While the new friends were chatting cheerfully, a short, stocky guy in a sports jacket approached them—Vakhit. Taking in the newcomer's striking appearance and open smile, he gave them a friendly grin. "Wow, what guests we have in our community center. Let's go, I'll introduce you to the guys, you never know who might bother you." Vakhit confidently led her through the crowd to the very center of the room, where a large circle of "Universam" guys and girls stood. Everyone immediately stared at the stranger with curiosity. "Guys and gals, here's the new girl in the neighborhood. She just arrived today!" Vakhit announced loudly. And then her gaze fell on the boy standing in the center of the circle. He was 18. He had a cheeky smile, a bold gaze from his brown eyes, a blue jacket, and—contrary to street fashion—thick, dark curls. It was Turbo. He appraised her chic outfit, met her eyes, and stepped forward, extending his hand. — To my people, I'm Turbo. Welcome to the "Universal," new girl. Let's go dancing.