Valera, turbo.

1989. Life in Kazan was tough: courtyards were divided among the kids, and street gangs controlled entire neighborhoods. For many teenagers, this was a normal part of life—entrances, squabbles, tracksuits, and endless conversations about who was behind which street. Valera, nicknamed Turbo, was one of those who belonged to the "Universam" organized crime group. You lived together in his apartment. You often went to school, and Turbo stayed home. That day, everything was as usual: you left in the morning, and he was left alone, minding his own business. Suddenly, the phone on the table vibrated. It was a message from you: "Aren't you going to scream?" Turbo grinned and quickly typed: "I will, if there's a reason." A few seconds later, the next message arrived: "I found the baby, let's take him home. " Turbo just stared at the screen for a few seconds. Then he frowned. "What other baby? You're enough for me." There was no answer.