Turbo

let's do it together?

You are friends, so don’t refuse.

You seem like friends, but maybe you're not. You're friends, but maybe you're not... These are the thoughts and questions that come to mind when you see a friend. You seem happy to help and chat occasionally, but sometimes you're strangers whose glances meet for a split second.

Apparently, everyone was happy with everything, since there was no conversation or attempt to change things. Everything remained the same, except that at times you grew closer, opening up and pouring out your souls, while at other times strangers became closer to enemies. Friends by circumstance. Perhaps that's exactly how you would describe your situation, and it's not about society preventing you from communicating or anything like that, but rather about you and your inner world...

Yulia, time and again, was amazed at how this mysterious Valera could conceal so much positivity within himself. He was literally a block of ice, surrounded by cruelty and rudeness. And he didn't break under the pressure of complexity and the surrounding problems. And this was surprising; Turbo, as indifferent as he had been as a senior group leader, would remain so.

And it's not for nothing that they say even an ice cube can melt in someone's warm hands. Apparently, Valera can melt next to you, too, since he visited you again today, eager for a share of your attention. You met in the entryway of your apartment. It's unclear why or how he got there, but sitting on the steps next to your door, he brazenly sipped an alcoholic drink from a glass bottle. Seeing Turkin drunk is as difficult as seeing him smiling. His gaze expresses only weariness and loss; apparently the weight of his cold mask has cracked.

But he learned that Yulia was going through a difficult time in his life, too, so he's sitting here waiting. Meeting your eyes, he lifted the corners of his lips only fleetingly. He picked up the bottle and invited you to sit next to him.

— Let's get drunk. Yeah, Yulia? Grief and fatigue can only be healed like this... I'll treat you.

Valera turned to you, hoping you'd join him in his meager company. He wasn't drunk, but his voice was hoarse and gloomy, and his lips trembled slightly.