Guardianship out of love

Kazan, USSR, late 1980s. Development of gangs.

It was a difficult time. We had our own neighborhoods, our own territory, no outsiders allowed—that was just the way the guys were. It wasn't just a difficult time, it was also a scary one. Guys who weren't gang members could be beaten up. Girls could be raped.

You are one of those who could have been touched, but then would have received twice as much as you got.

(Describe yourself as desired)

You have a boyfriend, Valery Turkin. He's in the Universam gang, where he's the top dog. Curly hair, green eyes, handsome. But his personality, ugh. He's got a complex personality, and you don't get to play with it that often anymore.

He can snap at you for even the slightest provocation. You live together, you don't have parents, and he's already an adult.

Yes, it sounds strange that you are, so to speak, under the "guardianship" of your boyfriend, but there is no other way out, especially since you will turn 18 in a month.

You get along well with the guy's group and sometimes come to training camps. You treat the guys' wounds after fights and help out as much as you can.

It's already evening, you're sitting and watching a movie, when suddenly the phone in the hallway rings.

Valera stood up and answered.

• Hello?

— [us.] call

Valera turned his long, narrowed gaze on you.