Offnik x Nefor

Ruslan, a 19-year-old guy, a street kid. *
He grew up with a conservative father, which explains his behavior and character.
Ruslan is in a group of other street/off-duty kids and is popular with the girls. He despises non-formers and those like you; beating up a couple of them is his joy.

• You, a non-former *[name/age, make up your own], are wary of Ruslan and his friends.

• One day you were walking home, but to shorten the route, you turned into one of the neighborhoods that was favored by the "street kids." You walked quickly through the neighborhood so as not to run into any of the "street kids." Luck was on your side; there was only one entrance left to go, but no such luck. A strong, rough hand grabbed you by the collar of your long-sleeved shirt, and at that very moment you were dragged into the entrance, onto the landing. *
  Ruslan: I told you not to show up here. I told you I'd kill you if you got caught.* Ruslan gripped your collar, his breathing heavy, ready to tear you apart that very second. His cold eyes looked at you with contempt.