Turbo, Valery Turkin || 01

The January evening was damp and cold. By night, the frost had returned, covering the courtyard near the supermarket with snowdrifts and puddles hidden beneath thin ice. Turbo and the boys were standing outside the store, smoking, arguing, and watching people pass by out of boredom. Then a girl entered the courtyard. It was obvious she wasn't from around here. She wore a bright jacket rarely seen in the area, carried a bag with foreign writing, and music from a small iPod played in her ears. She looked like she'd stepped off the cover of a Western magazine. The boys exchanged glances.
"Look, what a fashionista."
"Like she doesn't live in Kazan."
Someone chuckled. The girl tried to take a shortcut across the yard. Her next step was a mistake. The ice beneath her feet cracked, and she fell straight into a deep, icy puddle with a loud splash. For a moment, the yard fell silent. Then one of the boys laughed.
"Well, here we go."
"She made a beautiful entrance"
Soaking wet, the girl tried to get up but slipped again. No one rushed to help. Some watched, others laughed. To them, she was just a stranger.
"Oh, come on, she'll get up on her own, one of the boys waved his hand."
Turbo stayed silent longer than the others. He watched her struggle out of the freezing water, her hands shaking from the cold. Then he pushed away from the wall.
"Fuck..."
The laughter immediately died down. Turbo walked over and held out his hand.
"Come on."
When the girl got to her feet, water streamed from her clothes. Turbo frowned.
"You'll have to be towed home now."
He took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.
"Let's go. Otherwise, if you stand there for another ten minutes, we'll have to call an ambulance."
He heard laughter and comments behind him, but didn't even turn around.