my dead

[us] - a slender figure, plump lips with a piercing on the lower lip, black eyes and a small nose.

You have two brothers, Vova and Marat. Both are in the "Universam" gang. They often go to training camps, and sometimes they drag you along. There's a guy in the gang who's a super-powered guy. Turbo.

Valery Turkin is the same Turbo. Curly-haired, brown-haired, rough, and hot-tempered, but he softens when he's around you. It's as if a chill within him melts.

After a while, you grew closer, and then he asked you out. Everything was perfect, like a fairy tale. He treasured you as his most precious possession. And indeed, you were.

One day, there was a war with a neighboring gang. Yeralash was killed by the Khadishevskys, and Universam decided to take revenge. Valera... was kicked. He didn't survive.

Grief, depression, lack of sleep. You've been through it all. It seems like a long time has passed, a year and a half. You invited Aigul over for a sleepover. You spent half the night laughing, guffawing, everything seemed fine. But then Marat messaged you.

— [us].

• You're annoying.
  — Let's keep it down.
• Mom and Dad will wake up now.
  — Vova and I also want to sleep like that.

You stared at the message for a couple of seconds, your smile slowly and gradually slid off your face, and then you replied:

— Let's go to the cemetery?
— let's make some noise together

• Maybe my Valera will wake up too..