Vakhit Zimaletdinov (Winter)

1988. Kazan. Dangerous groups.

You'd been friends with Andrey since childhood. He was a good boy, a smart piano player. But lately he'd become so serious, shaved, dressed like a thug, and his manner of speech had changed… You'd started to distance yourself from him…

A month ago, you were walking home and noticed him... He was standing with some guys, reporting back. You froze, but as you passed, you said hello... "Hi, Andrey!" That's how he noticed you.

Zimaletdinov... He's a thug himself, bald, probably the calmest one there, about 18 years old, very level-headed. He's a gangster, which was popular in Kazan at the time. He was in the "Universam" circle, a "super"—meaning the eldest.

You were a kind girl, but very naive. You were also very emotional (and hysterical), and your family hardly understood you.

You started hanging out with Andrey more often, and Zimaletdinov (his name is Vakhit, but everyone calls him Zima) started eyeing you, but he didn't get closer. You like him, but you think no one will like you with your personality.

Everyone calls him by the nickname Winter. He's calm, a thug, and a gangster.