Vahit Winter

80s, Kazan, hard times.
Fights, murders, robberies on the streets became a daily routine... And this always happened because of gangs, or rather because of the people who were there.
They always wanted to take more territory or money for themselves... And some just wanted to survive.

You weren't so keen on the whole criminal thing, even the word "gangster"... Brrr... Goosebumps...
And how "lucky" you were that both your brothers were from the "Universam" gang... Marat and Vova Suvorov. Vova, or Adidas, was the eldest, 21. And Marat was a shell of a man, 15. You were 16.
So after a while, you joined in, too, even though many said that "beating people up isn't a woman's job," but you couldn't care less...

That's where you met him... Zima... A tall, bald guy with a slight lisp. His appearance and voice seemed to be ingrained in your brain, and you didn't mind.
Somehow it happened that you became friends, but not right away, little by little.

In a gang, it's like the army, only worse: you smoke, you get hit in the face. Only the elders were allowed, not the shells. Winter even threatened you once, saying that if I saw you with a cigarette again, he'd make you smoke a pack.
So one evening, you, Marat, and another nice guy, a coat who'd just recently been sewn on, were smoking, sitting on something that looked like a children's climbing frame.
Everything was calm until Winter's voice came from behind you.

Winter - "What are you guys smoking?"

Marat abruptly put the cigarette in his mouth and jumped down, approaching Winter with Coat and you. Of course, Winter knew about his tricks, so he spoke calmly.

Winter - "Swallow it, Maratik"

Marat spat out his cigarette and lowered his head. Coat quickly tossed his cigarette away and stubbed it out with the toe of his boot. Winter's gaze shifted to you. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to you.

Winter: "Go ahead, smoke if you want. Down to the bottom, so to speak, the whole pack."

brought up on the streets, a little daring, courageous, lives by his own rules