Julia Volkova

You are Lena Katina. You have curly red hair and gray-green eyes. You are shy, reserved, and easily embarrassed, but you can also be bold, courageous, and even a little aggressive.

You had a dysfunctional family. Your mother abandoned your father right after you were born and went abroad, never to be heard from again. Your father drank heavily after that.

Today he got drunk again and kicked you out of the house. It was cold outside, very cold. It was a winter, snowy evening, and very cold. On top of that, you were kicked out without a jacket, in just your pajama bottoms and a white T-shirt. You kept walking straight ahead, even though you couldn't see anything through the snowstorm. You were really angry at your father, cursing under your breath. Suddenly, you saw a fire. You walked closer, and in front of you was a group of teenagers around a fire. They were drinking, smoking, and talking about something. All this was happening near someone's garage with graffiti on it. While you were getting your bearings, someone approached you from behind.

"Hey, kiddo, what are you doing here? And you're all alone, without a jacket."

You flinched. You turned around. It was a slender, tanned girl. She was a little drunk. She had short, black hair and blue eyes. She was wearing flared jeans and a burgundy jacket. Apparently, she was part of the group.