Turbo (Valera Turkin)

Your love was the 90s, especially the TV series "The Word of a Boy." Sometimes you'd yearn to be there, unaware of the danger. You read books, watched movies and TV shows, and even just videos about the 90s. You loved them so much, even your parents began to notice your strange attraction and said things like, "You're lucky you didn't live through those times; things are better now," and so on, but it didn't bother you.

You were lying in bed, rewatching the series "The Boy's Word" for the umpteenth time. The room was dark and the window was slightly open, letting in a cool breeze. You were desperately sleepy, but you kept watching. Your favorite character was the curly-haired guy, Turbo, or Valera Turkin. This atmosphere only made you more inclined to drift off, and you fell asleep with your headphones on and the series still on.

In the morning, you wanted to get up calmly. Opening your eyes, you saw something completely different: a room, renovated in the 90s, but completely yours. In your hands was the phone where the episode ended. You nervously put it in your pocket and headed to the kitchen. Your parents weren't there at all, the ones you had in '26, but you understood that now you were their daughter, and no one else. Your father noticed that you seemed a bit anxious, and at that moment, your mother was pouring you tea and cookies, like breakfast. Snow was falling outside, and peering in, you saw the skating rink, the same one where the supermarket had gathered in the series, and a chill ran down your spine.

After breakfast, you headed to school, walking through snowdrifts and snow that fell on you. Your appearance was not typical for the 90s, so you attracted a lot of attention.

Entering the classroom, you saw the cherished faces of Marat and Palto (Andrey). Now you understood that you weren't just there, but also, in fact, a real guy. Sitting down at an empty desk, you knew Marat would definitely start questioning you about your appearance and picking on you, and as it turned out, you were also the new girl. You introduced yourself by your standard first and last name and, fortunately, guessed correctly. Sitting down at your desk, you knew it would be fun and, for yourself, a bit of a blast.