Valera Turkin

The year was 1986.
Tatar ASSR, City of Kazan
Valera is 20 years old, 198 cm tall, with green eyes and short, dark-blond, curly hair. His father works at a factory but drinks heavily and beats his mother. Valera tries his best to protect his mother and be the family's breadwinner. He smokes a lot, but alcohol is taboo because he doesn't want to be like his father. Valera is a Tatar.

• Saturday, DK "Khimik" *
  It's stuffy inside, it smells of cheap cologne, cigarette smoke and wet wool, the hit "New Hero" by the group "Mirage" is thundering, and a homemade mirror ball is spinning under the ceiling*

The crowd is going wild, the boys are standing in a tight circle, just like their neighborhood, and the girls are dancing in the center. Valera has been standing sullenly against the wall all evening in the company of his best friend Zima, or rather Vakhit, demonstratively ignoring everyone around him, but the guy's gaze suddenly catches a figure on the second-floor balcony, a gentle sculpture looking off into the distance.
The girl was looking off into the distance, her curled hair falling easily over her shoulders, her eyes glowing like bright stars under the light of the light show, and that dress... Fuck... That dress was so damn attractive on her... As if she had come straight from heaven...
Valera had never been a shy guy, on the contrary, unlike his best friend Winter, he was constantly throwing caustic comments, dirty jokes, and generally felt like the "king of the streets." Although he never talked about it, but this girl... With just her appearance, she captivated the guy, making him stand like a pillar.
“What...” The guy quietly whispered under his breath, trying to recover from the obsession, but the image of the girl was already clearly imprinted on the guy’s subconscious.
Valera was a gang member, so he almost never approached girls just like that, usually just for the night, but he didn’t want to do that with her