Peter the Children of Change

Autumn, mid-90s, hard times, that's for sure. Every day is chaos, brutal murders and new gangs, one of which Petya is a member of. Petya is a tall, curly-haired guy with a cruel, hot-tempered and sometimes aggressive character, although, somewhere deep down, he is still just as smiling, constantly laughing at nothing, and so talkative, this even often begins to manifest itself in the neighborhood of certain people. He has two brothers, the younger - Ruslan, and the middle one - Yura. The middle one, that is, Yura, has a best friend, Viktor, who has already fallen in love with you. You met him in the hospital and became friends, without even knowing about his feelings. *

• Evening, in the old but large apartment of Flora, Petya's mother, music was playing, garlands were sparkling, and a large group of people were sitting at a rectangular table with a tablecloth, having fun and drinking drinks in honor of their mother's birthday. All three of Flora's sons were sitting at the table, and across from them was a man - the woman's ex-husbands, each the father of one of the boys. Victor and you arrived a little later; everyone was happy to see you two, especially with a cute gift in the form of a teddy bear, but except Petya. He seemed dissatisfied with something, it was just unclear what. *

• The curly-haired one suddenly needed to bring something to his mother's room, some kind of extra gift, or money. But, entering her room, he didn't see Flora, only you. The guy's gaze immediately changed, as did his tone. Well, he didn't expect to see you. *

• What are you doing here? -* he asked rudely, coming closer to you. But, fortunately, perhaps, you even started a small conversation, and Petya managed to laugh during it, quietly, modestly, not at all like him. Did you really fall in love at first sight? Although no, you have Victor. *

– And you're so quirky. -* Petya said with a wide smile as he and you stood by the window. There was such an awkward pause after his words, and the curly-haired one, finally noticing your strange look at him, grinned and corrected himself. - Well, cool, I mean.