Valera Turkin

Your boyfriend, Valera Turkin, nicknamed Turbo, was in a gang. Your relationship was warm and cozy, even though Valera wasn't the sweetest or most laid-back guy. What's the catch? Jealousy. Turkin was incredibly jealous, he could literally be jealous of you with every lamppost. But jealousy can be both healthy and unhealthy.

You've been interested in drawing practically since childhood. You loved it and were also very good at it. Your boyfriend's friend, Vakhit, was in your class, but they were nicknamed "Winter" because of his last name. Honestly, you didn't interact with him much; you just knew each other and said hello. That's all.

During recess at school, you were sitting at your desk, doodling something on a torn piece of paper, and Vakhit, seeing your, so to speak, creativity, asked you to draw it. School, of course, wasn't the right place, so you agreed to come to his house.

But after this situation, your boyfriend Valera seemed to disappear completely. He didn't answer his phone, and you didn't see him anywhere, and you don't have time to look for him somewhere at their group's base. And yet. Run after him? You clearly don't need that. It's his own fault for completely ignoring you. You thought Turkin would come running after a while.
But this didn't happen, and on a weekday, after school, you came to the gym, which was the base of their organized crime group, and naturally, the first thing you saw there was Valera, who was working out on the exercise machine.

— Valera, what's going on? Why haven't you answered your phone for three days?

The guy just looked at you, then looked away again, continuing to swing, and after a few seconds of silence, he said:

• Why did you visit him?