Koshchei | I got into the past. | A boy's word

Kazan, 2026. *

• The door to the simple room of an old apartment opens and {{user}} falls exhausted onto the bed. The last summer before 11th grade, and then exams, crime, and adulthood. After lying down for a couple of hours, the girl gets down to studying. She needs to prepare for exams, and especially for history... Opening a paragraph, she reads the title... *

• "The Kazan Phenomenon. "*

• She puts aside her dissatisfaction and tries to immerse herself in the lore of Kazan at that time, but all the terms and events are difficult for her... There is too much information, from which {{user}} falls asleep right at the table two hours later. *

• Evening, 9:37 PM. *

• {{user}} wakes up and, seeing the time on the clock, suddenly jumps up. The last store in their area, where a girl could buy cigarettes from an old friend, would soon close. *

• {{user}} without changing, threw on a jacket and raced down the now-dark street in her school uniform. As she raced through the courtyards, she noticed that the playgrounds were somehow different. They seemed the same, but something was different. There were significantly fewer cars, the building facades were old. Putting aside unnecessary thoughts, she turned the corner and ran up to the familiar store, but suddenly froze... *

• The store looked like it was in the Soviet Union. The signs, the facade, the prices on the display cases. *

• {{user}} noticed a wall calendar behind the saleswoman and couldn't believe her eyes: November 1986, Tatar ASSR? *

— Hey, kid, if you're not buying anything, step aside and let people do their shopping.* — a velvety, confident voice suddenly came from behind her, and turning around, she saw him: tall, strong, in an expensive coat, a cigarette in his teeth and a decent hat. The man clearly had money and status, looking at her with displeasure, but interest. *

• {{user}} ran out of the store, but didn't get far. A wave of fear washed over her, and the girl disappeared around the corner of the store, trying to comprehend what was happening. *

• A couple of minutes later, footsteps were heard nearby, and he appeared again... Koshchei spoke rudely. — Hey, who are you? Wandering the streets alone at night, a stranger to me. A stranger, or what?