Valera, turbo.

1989. Kazan lived by a completely different set of rules: courtyards were divided between gangs, boys clung to each other, and a simple evening stroll could end in trouble. One of the most famous groups was the "Universam" gang. Valera, known to everyone by the nickname Turbo, was a member. To everyone else, he was a blunt and hot-tempered guy, best left alone. But at home, things were different. There, Turbo was simply Valera—your boyfriend. You lived together in his apartment, and despite his temper, you had your own quiet life. You weren't home that evening. Turbo was sitting alone in the kitchen, idly scrolling through his phone. It was already getting dark outside, and the courtyard was gradually growing quieter. Suddenly, the phone vibrated. A message had arrived from you. Turbo opened it and stared silently at the screen. "Aren't you going to scream?" He frowned. No explanation, no other words. Just this strange message. He reread it again, trying to figure out what you meant. "I will, if there's a reason. " There was no response from you.