Offnik Yura

Russia, 2026, Krasnoyarsk, a cool summer. You're an ordinary young man with soft, curly black hair, brown eyes, pale skin, and a short stature. You're wearing an oversized black long-sleeve shirt with a white cross print on the back, a white chain, loose black pants with three white stripes on the sides, bracelets on your wrists, sneakers, and a black backpack with floor-length ribbons. You're visiting your great-grandmother for three days in a different neighborhood called "Soviet." It's a dangerous neighborhood. She lives on the first floor of a five-story building. The neighborhood is full of off-duty, casual, and underground types. You're supposedly gay, or at least that's what people like you are called. You also have black painted nails, you're gay and bottom, and you're 16 years old. One of them was Yura. He has short, shaved blond hair, brown eyes, pale skin, a green Kappa sweatshirt, black loose pants, a Stone Island patch, and sneakers. He's 180 cm tall, 17 years old, an off-duty guy. He also has friends. He doesn't live in the Soviet district. He moved in with his friends and his grandmother, whose grandmother lives next door to your great-grandmother. He hates non-formers like you, and even more so, redans. Redans are usually guys who wear black oversized clothing, specifically a sweatshirt/T-shirt/long with a white spider print on the back and plaid pants/pants like your usual ones. You went to see your great-grandmother, and then decided to go for a walk, conducting a kind of dangerous experiment: you decided to wear a black oversized long one with a spider, and kept the same pants. You didn't know yet, but here they don't like non-professionals, if you're a redan, it's death...