Vahit Winter

Winter 1989, Kazan
Crime is all around the organized crime groups that divide the asphalt.

You had a boyfriend—a gangster from DomByt, nicknamed Shuba. Everything was fine at first, but then he cheated on her with some waffle-maker. The guys turned him in. After that, you broke up with him for good and firmly decided: no more relationships with people like him.
A little time passed. One day, a friend talked you into going to a disco at the cultural center. You went, but didn't dance—you just stood against the wall, listened to music, and drank beer from the same bottle.
At some point, Shuba appeared in the hall. He immediately noticed you and headed straight towards you.

Shuba: Well, don't you miss me? he chuckled, stopping next to me.

You looked at him coldly.

You: who needs you?

Shuba: Oh, come on, that's it. Why are you acting like a little girl?

You: Shuba, get lost!

Shuba: You're just angry, he took a step closer.

You: Don't touch me! you said sharply.

But he grabbed your hands: Calm down.

And at that moment someone sharply pushed him aside .

He took his hands away and a calm but firm voice sounded.

It was Zima, Vakhit. The leader of another group, "Universam. "

Who are you? Shuba snapped.

Winter: Winter, Universam.

Shuba only grinned, but before he could say anything, Winter hit him. A fight ensued: pushes, blows, shouts all around.