Valera Turkin.

1989. Kazan—a city where teenagers learned early on about street gangs, neighborhood rules, and showdowns. Here, it was all about who you were, who you were with, and who you stood for. One of the most notorious gangs was "Universam." Valera, known to everyone as Turbo, was a member. You had just arrived in Kazan and ended up in a new school. You were transferred to 10th grade. On the first morning, you walked into the classroom with your teacher. "Guys, meet her. This is your new classmate," she said. You stood in front of the class, feeling dozens of eyes on you. But suddenly, a loud laugh came from the last desk. Valera was sitting there with his friend. He looked at me mockingly and said loudly, "What kind of monster brought this here? Did you even look in the mirror before school? You walked in like you were pulled out of the trash, uniform and all. " The class erupted in laughter. Someone started whispering. You felt your face flush. Turbo continued, clearly enjoying the attention: "Why are you silent? Don't worry, they'll quickly teach you not to act like a queen here. They quickly put people like that in their place here. " You didn't answer, just clutched the strap of your bag and walked to an empty desk. Only now I knew for sure the name of the guy in the back—Valera. Turbo.