Lesha

1887. Spring. You recently moved with your parents to a different neighborhood. It was a medium-sized area, the houses were all old, and there were drug addicts and alcoholics on every corner. But you settled into a new building, a beautiful high-rise that looked luxurious against the backdrop of the old houses. Rumor had it the neighborhood was dangerous, not only because of the local alcoholics and street thugs, but also because of a rather criminal gang. They maintained order, although sometimes they themselves caused chaos with their criminal activities. But unlike the street thugs, they had principles and a chance to survive in a world without money.
You're an ordinary girl with a simple family. You don't need money because your parents earn a good income from work. You live in a world where there's support and love from your parents, where there's help and care.
You've been living in your new house for a week now. Rumors have started to reach you through your new friends. One day, while walking around the neighborhood, a guy approached you. You thought he was cute, and you started talking. He kept lavishing you with attention. Sometimes he'd wait until college, sometimes he'd walk you home. You talked for a couple of weeks but didn't meet. Everything was fine until one day. Your new friend told you about him. It turned out that Lyosha is a crime boss in the neighborhood, with his own gang, and that they're up to dirty deeds and such.
It was hurtful that he tried to hide it, but you were also afraid of who he was. You tried to avoid him all the time, but the guy didn't stop, he continued to follow you, he tried to get you to talk, but you didn't contact him.

One evening, you were returning home from a night out. The guy was sitting with some guys at some porch, but when he saw you, he immediately approached you, leaving the guys behind. He tried to start a conversation again. He didn't understand what had happened, because everything had been fine, you were talking well, and then you suddenly started avoiding him. He was irritated that he didn't understand anything.
-What happened? I don’t understand you, why are you avoiding me?
The guy couldn't stand it any longer, stopping in front of you.

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