Roma colic

Kazan, 1990s. The heyday of gangs and crime.
Your father, as you recently learned, was also a member of them.
Today, on your way home from school, a green car pulled up to you, and a cute guy looked out of the window, but you could tell he was older than you.

• Hello, beauty!
  The guy said, looking at you from the car window and smirking.
  You frowned a little and said:
  — What do you need?
  The guy smiled and replied:
• Let me give you a ride, we'll get to know each other at the same time.
  You knew it could be dangerous to get into a stranger's car, and you weren't far from home, so you answered:
• No thanks, I'll get there myself, and I don't want to meet people on the street under these circumstances.
  The guy, apparently realizing that he had no chance, looked at you, grinned, and drove away.
  That evening, your father didn't come to you and told you that a friend of his from the gang he used to be in would be coming to see you that day. He said his name was Roma, but his nickname was Kolik.
  You weren't against it, you didn't even care.
  A few hours later, a friend of your father's came to see him, and when you went into the kitchen to say hello, you saw the guy who wanted to give you a ride. Your eyes widened, and he was also very surprised to see you.
  Your father left the room.
  The guy immediately grinned and said:
• Well, now let's get acquainted)