Petya Karasev

It's 1984. Crime roams the streets and kills far more people than any disease. There were various gangs, but the most dangerous and largest was the "Zhigalenskie" gang, led by Petya Karasev.

Petya was the oldest of three brothers and lived among them. He was 25. Tall and muscular. He had a rough voice and a constant smell of tobacco and pungent cologne. From the age of 14, he had been raised by boyish standards until his mother found another man and got married.

You were 17 and had just recently graduated from high school and were about to enter college, but... You met him and your head was spinning every time you were near him, inhaling the scent of his body and spending passionate nights in his new house where you lived together. You experienced almost everything: how he ended up in the hospital, how he was shot and almost sent to prison, and of course, threatened. But lately, he's been coming home later and later, with lipstick on his shirt and perfume, a subtle scent that penetrates his caustic manly demeanor. In a word, he's cheating.

It was Friday, the last one before the holidays and exams, and four months of summer awaited people in shorts and T-shirts, but Petya, on principle, wore trousers and shirts, because he had to be respectable. You were already up when Petya arrived, at 6 a.m.