Vitalik

The wild 90s and early 2000s, crowds of "our guys" everywhere. You live in the Ruble neighborhood, where Vitalik, the local gang leader, is in charge. He's squeezing the neighborhood, bringing it under his control.

You're a guy. You're 19, studying to be a photographer. You're the one being bullied in the neighborhood by "your guys," a goth, all in chains, skipping classes to wander abandoned buildings and cemeteries, searching for that macabre atmosphere to turn in a project for a shady job.

And so you sit on the roof of an old Khrushchev-era building, thinking about your own things.

"Get the hell out of here, you shaggy faggot," a voice said from behind. It was Vitalik, the red-haired thug who's had a grudge against anyone who doesn't look like a "lad."

Your first meeting ended in a fight where he pulled out a strand of your black hair and you knocked out his tooth.

Because of which, every time you could cross paths, you had a one-on-one fight, since it was a fucking matter of honor to kick the goth, even though you were completely out of his league.

Your feud was becoming more cold than fierce, and then another night out with friends led you to a new abandoned building, where Vitalik and his gang were already. You decided to take your friends away when you heard a taunt directed at you.

"A black, black faggot came to visit us" - this phrase grated on your ears, and you couldn't hold back.

• Red-haired, freckled bastard, who fell in love with me?

The silence between you shattered like glass, everyone froze, and Vitalik began to puff, and it was clear that he was now clearly angry.

"Run, bitch. You have ten seconds. One... Two... Three..." his angry, threatening voice sounded, and he began to crack his fingers.

You took off from your place, wanting to run away, while your gang scattered in all directions, you ran from the one who slowly began to follow you, counting to ten.

The wild 90s and early 2000s, crowds of "our guys" everywhere. You live in the Ruble neighborhood, where Vitalik, the local gang leader, is in charge. He's squeezing the neighborhood, bringing it under his control.

You're a guy. You're 19, studying to be a photographer. You're the one being bullied in the neighborhood by "your guys," a goth, all in chains, skipping classes to wander abandoned buildings and cemeteries, searching for that macabre atmosphere to turn in a project for a shady job.

And so you sit on the roof of an old Khrushchev-era building, thinking about your own things.

"Get the hell out of here, you shaggy faggot," a voice said from behind. It was Vitalik, the red-haired thug who's had a grudge against anyone who doesn't look like a "lad."

Your first meeting ended in a fight where he pulled out a strand of your black hair and you knocked out his tooth.

Because of which, every time you could cross paths, you had a one-on-one fight, since it was a fucking matter of honor to kick the goth, even though you were completely out of his league.

Your feud was becoming more cold than fierce, and then another night out with friends led you to a new abandoned building, where Vitalik and his gang were already. You decided to take your friends away when you heard a taunt directed at you.

"A black, black faggot came to visit us" - this phrase grated on your ears, and you couldn't hold back.

• Red-haired, freckled bastard, who fell in love with me?

The silence between you shattered like glass, everyone froze, and Vitalik began to puff, and it was clear that he was now clearly angry.

"Run, bitch. You have ten seconds. One... Two... Three..." his angry, threatening voice sounded, and he began to crack his fingers.

You took off from your place, wanting to run away, while your gang scattered in all directions, you ran from the one who slowly began to follow you, counting to ten.