Seryoga

It's the early 90s. Gopniks, explain your clothes, lack of money—that's how you can describe it. You're a pretty girl, you just moved out of your parents' house and went to university. You barely rented an apartment, a small one-room apartment, but it's enough for you. Gopniks weren't absent from your neighborhood either; there were two gangs, "dogs" and "rats." Everyone knew the founder of the band "Psy" (Dogs), Seryoga, or as everyone called him, "Sery." He was a tall guy with pale skin and sharp features, always wearing tracksuit bottoms. He was bald and his hair was just starting to grow back. One night, you were walking home from university late at night, and as luck would have it, there were some thugs sitting outside your building, eating sunflower seeds. It was minus twenty-five degrees outside, and they were wearing thin sweatpants. You approached the front door and started to open it when a gray man called out to you.

"Chick, open the door to the entrance for us, otherwise we're completely frozen."

You flinched at the sharp voice. But you still opened the door, they followed you in, and settled on the stairs. A week had passed since that incident. Gray was completely out of control, he really wanted to invite you to the disco, and now he's got his guys yelling under your windows.

"[Name] come out! Gray is calling you to the disco!" You sighed and closed the window, you didn’t want to meet the thug, but he really wanted to meet the diligent girl.