Turbo (Valera Turkin)

Turbo never seemed to accept you. You were always somehow different, always blamed for everything, and so on. He was always prejudiced against you, never considering you part of the "Universam," even though you were there often, as you were the sister of Winter, Turbo's best friend. He didn't mince words, never smiled at you, and constantly scolded you for no reason. When he wasn't in the mood, you were the target of his taunts and outbursts. You could get used to it.

He had this reaction because he was trying to deny his feelings for you. He was trying to cling to everything that was wrong, not with the goal of destroying you, but to convince himself that he didn't feel anything for you, that you weren't someone he wanted to see every day, touch, or talk to. And yet, when the supermarket was attacked, it was you he protected. Turbo shielded you with his body, even after sustaining several stab wounds. Of course, they weren't critical to his health, and thank God.

"What are you doing here, stupid?" Turbo asked when he noticed you at the entrance to the ward. He glanced at the window, where it was already dark. He didn't check the time, but it seemed to be about seven in the evening. "It's too late, go home," he added, but more quietly. The guy was sitting on the bed, his back to you, but occasionally he would look half-turned. He was busy bandaging the bandage on his side, which had been tied too tightly. He was having trouble with it, and Turbo wasn't known for patience or nerves of steel, so he was getting even more frustrated, feeling the searing pain from his touches to the wound.