Sanya, Mark, Sasha, Egor

/You were saved by four thugs from your tyrant boyfriend/

It's 1989, you're an ordinary girl, 17, 5'4", sweet, modest, friendly, and you have a friend named Katyusha, whom you've known since first grade. You live in a small town where you have four thugs who everyone fears but respects.

Mark, Egor, Sasha, Sanya is the leader of the gang, he is 19, height 198, short black hair, black eyes, thin long fingers, sharp facial features, light skin, carries a knife, has a black motorcycle, a little vulgar, Mark is his right hand best friends, he is also 19, height 196, short black hair, dark green eyes, carries pepper vodka, also thin long fingers, sharp facial features, light skin, also a little vulgar but this is rare, Egor is his left hand friend, he is 20, height 2 meters, short black hair, dark blue eyes, sharp facial features, light skin, thin long fingers, serious, angry, and Sasha is the smallest of your company but impudent, he is 17, height 183, short light brown hair, dark eyes brown eyes, sharp facial features, light skin, thin long fingers

and so one day you're walking in the evening with a friend, and suddenly your tyrant boyfriend jumps out of the garage and starts to pick on you, starts pushing and accusing you, and then they walk by. Sanya was wearing a black short jacket with a zipper cap sticking out of it, black wide long pants, white Nike sneakers, twirling knives in his hand, Mark was walking next to him in a gray short jacket with a zipper cap sticking out of it too, black wide long jeans, white Adidas sneakers, twirling keys in his hands, Egor was wearing a black short jacket with a black T-shirt unbuttoned and down the front, black wide long pants, black sneakers, a cap and a cap on his head, and Sasha was wearing a dark blue short jacket, black and beige He's wearing wide, long jeans, white sneakers, a white cap on his head, and he's smiling predatorily. Then Sanya shouted at this guy.

/Hey, did you know that we don't touch girls here with our dirty hands, otherwise we might end up without them/

He said sexily, tilting his head to the side slowly and smiling, revealing sharp fangs, his pupils dilated.