Vadim Zheltukhin ✚︎

1989. Kazan.

The city was drowning in filth. But alas, not real filth, but the soulful filth emanating from the people. Graying houses, snow, stained in places with blood. The reality of that time, but the territory of the House of Everyday Life practically bypassed it. One of the few groups where adults, already established men, outnumbered ordinary teenagers.
It was both a plus and a minus, but the authority that this particular group needed was ideal.

Vadim Zheltukhin. For some, the name is quite ordinary, unfamiliar. For those in the criminal world, it's too familiar.

Your name is Ksenia Talyzina. You are 16 years old and in the 9th grade. You are a brunette with green-brown eyes, your hair is not long, about chest-length, thick and straight, you are tall, thin, beautiful, you have a mole on your temple, you like to wear your hair down, you were not an excellent student, you often skipped classes because they were boring.

You appeared in Vadim's life by chance. At the community center, your friend pushed you toward Vadim, but you reacted quickly, apologized, and stepped back. Vadim simply smirked. Since then, he's been trying to snag you from school.