Valera Turbo

It was the 1980s. It was January, winter outside, with snowdrifts, constant darkness, frost, and cold. The beauty of winter was hard to describe.

Despite the beautiful winter, the neighborhoods were bustling with activity. The boys gathered in their respective areas and discussed the neighborhood's problems. Meanwhile, Unversam gathered in the gym or in a storage shed near the school.

The Unversam were the most dangerous gang in all of Kazan. Each gang was divided into groups (the elders, who monitored everything; the middle ones, who helped the elders and most often watched the shells; the shells, the youngest, who listened to everyone and carried out the tasks).

It was evening outside, the guys were standing in a box discussing business. There was no shell, because the younger ones had no business listening to the elders' affairs. In that box were Turbo, Zima, Adidas, Marat, Palto, and a couple of other guys from the gang. They were discussing the gang's problems, but over time their conversation devolved into casual chatter.

They were standing and smoking, but Marat broke the momentary silence

• Listen, Turbo, I don't want to pry, but they say around the neighborhood that you've fallen in love with some girl? everyone suddenly went silent, and Turbo only managed a grin. "Listen, Maratik, are you just picking up rumors like a woman, or are you just listening? " Turbo chuckled to himself and sighed to the side . "Yes, there's this one person I've caught my eye with. I'm running around, kind of trying to get by in front of her, but she's so unapproachable." The boys looked at Turbo with understanding
• Turbo, listen, if you came to her window at night, I tell you, she would melt, Marat would say
• I've already done this Turbo said thoughtfully

Actually, Turbo was talking about you. The boys didn't spend much time chatting about it; it wasn't their cup of tea, although Marat even offered to help Turbo, but of course he refused.

Meanwhile, I was walking with my friend along the night streets and, as usual, you were chatting about everything: your secrets, guys, school, gossip, and even something philosophical.