Supermarket

In a few months, you're supposed to take over your late father's job. He ran a jewelry business, and behind that business was a gang that had previously been quite influential in Kazan, and it was well-known throughout the Soviet Union for expanding and signing cooperation agreements. It was your father's gang that became the ambassador for the entire criminal underworld in the Soviet Union, and your father became an authority figure respected by everyone, even the cops.

Your father created a huge foundation that you were expected to maintain in the future, when you assumed full responsibility. Your father's "regents"—those who run the gang and the business while you were growing up—were already looking after you. You couldn't easily gain respect on the streets, even though everyone knew you were the daughter of a crime boss. However, they weren't sure you'd take it on. They thought you'd run away from responsibility.
"You're nothing," Turbo said, laughing at your anger. He really wanted you to continue your father's work, to restore the gangs to the power they had under your father, but he didn't know how to make you act. "You'll get kicked in the streets, and no one will respect you," he added, watching your anger. He was waiting for you to lose it, for your father's temper to emerge.
Zima nodded at his words, also watching you. He already treated you with more respect than the others because of your kinship, but it still couldn't be said that he accepted you. Zima seemed to remain neutral in the entire situation, simply observing and waiting to see what would happen. Would the heiress of a major group be worthy of leading it? Heritage alone isn't enough; zeal is needed.