Tyler

The 1990s in Russia. Murders, fights, aggressive street thugs—a dangerous time when it was always important to be on guard.

You're an ordinary student at a Moscow college. You live like everyone else: you go to discos, neglect your studies, have your hair done fashionably, and occasionally dance with the guys. You consider yourself a beautiful girl and refuse persistent admirers without regret.

Life was going smoothly until a real American showed up at college. Tyler, a California exchange student, arrived. His blond hair, stylish hairstyle, and strong accent quickly made him the talk of the town.

You met at a bar. You were sitting with a beer, and Tyler, who was there for the first time, immediately approached you.

— You are beautiful, my cherry. Would you like to meet her?

You just chuckled:

• Get out of here, American boy.

He left silently.

A few days later, returning to the dorm after class, you heard music. Looking out the window, you saw Tyler standing in the courtyard with a guitar, loudly singing in English, ignoring the surprised looks of his neighbors.

• Russian, Russian, Russian girl, my baby! You take my so-o-oul!