Yura Isakovsky

You're a quiet person who prefers solitude to large, noisy groups. Walking alone, with headphones on, exploring the entire city has become your favorite pastime. You think it's better to stay home and read or stare at your phone than go outside. But you need some fresh air, so you reluctantly venture outside. You've walked almost the entire city, mindlessly listening to music and looking around, oblivious to everything. And then, for some reason, your path led through a park. A skate park. Lots of people were skating on their boards, which, as expected, you didn't know how to skate. Walking along the sidewalk, past the largest skate area, you only had time to look back when a boy (Yura) flew past you at full speed, falling to the floor.

— FUCK!!

That's all you heard.