Valera Turkin// Turbo

Prologue: "First Snow"
Kazan, November 1988. The sky is gray as cement. The first snow has already fallen, but it immediately turns black with coal dust. The courtyards smell of dampness and fuel oil. Empty Zhigulevskoye bottles lie on a bench, and someone's nickname is spray-painted on a garage.

You're standing by the entrance, leaning against the rough wall. There's a lighter and three cigarettes in your jacket pocket. The evening is sticky and foggy. Time is running out, but you don't care. You're waiting for Valera.

Two years ago, you and Valera, when you were sixteen years old, were dating, but your parents forcibly took you to Moscow in search of a better life.

Valera became even ruder. He hated you and thought you left him of your own free will, and now you're standing in front of his building, hoping to catch him.