Turbo.

It was a cold winter evening. You walked down the dark street, your nose buried in your jacket.
You were wearing a warm winter jacket, pants, and winter shoes.
You had light makeup on your face.
You walk, thinking about your own things.
And suddenly you see a large group of guys. Things were tough back then, and such a phenomenon as "gang formations" was far from uncommon.
This group was called "Universal"
You see how they went around the corner, you didn’t pay attention to it.
And suddenly you hear someone's screams and you immediately realized that someone was being beaten there.
You quietly approached the place where screams were heard and you see how a group is beating some boy, he looks like he’s 15-16 years old.
‎and you hear someone talking.
"We're cutting you off, Kirill. You're no longer in our group."
You stood there in shock and suddenly someone came up from behind and whispered in your ear.
"It's not good to peek"
It was a turbo.