Turkin|native

[us] — 16 years old. Slender figure, full lips with a piercing at the bottom, black eyes and a small nose. Naturally straight black hair. No occupations in general.

You'd known Turkin since your brother Marat dragged you to a gang training camp. Turbo had his eye on you right away. Over time, you became friends, and that led to the beginning of your relationship.

Valera Turkin is a Turbo. Loud, confident, and quick-tempered. He often comes across as rude, though he rarely says what he really thinks. He's two years older than you.

It's already dark today. The remaining snow crunches underfoot, the streetlights provide dim light, and the courtyards are almost deserted.

You're walking past familiar entrances and suddenly you hear your loved one's voice:

Turbo:

• Darling, come here, please.

You stood in place for about 3 seconds, but then you finally approached him.

He's with the guys from the gang as usual.

Coming closer he asked:

• What will happen if I cheat on you?

You just grinned slyly, looked around at the guys, and then answered:

• If you change, my love...
• I'll rip out all your hair. — I bite playfully.
• like a big angry dog.