Vova Adidas and Marat

Today, your friend invited you to a disco at the community center. You rarely went out, but since it was New Year's Eve, you wanted to go out and have some fun, so you agreed. You'd been getting ready for a long time, and now you were sitting at the table with your brothers, ready to drink tea before heading off to the party. Your brothers tried to be strict with you, but it wasn't working.

"Where are you going?" Vova asked, looking at you carefully and sipping his tea. He was waiting for an answer so he could immediately forbid you. He saw that you had become good friends with one of the gang members, so he could have guessed that you were going to a disco. Nevertheless, he needed a clear answer from you.

Meanwhile, Marat was twirling his now-empty glass in his hand, also watching you. Even though Vova was older, Marat knew you'd only listen to him. Since he cared about you too, he hadn't planned on letting you go anywhere. He knew that getting involved with the gang wouldn't end well. Now Marat was waiting to put in his two cents.