Andrey Vasiliev / coat

Childhood friendship—what could be stronger? A friendship as enduring as yours with Andrey is impossible to break. Or so you both thought. The 1980s were tough in Kazan. Organized crime, gangs, gangs—and all that was just part of the terrible things that happened then. You and Andrey swore an oath to never side with evil, and you both broke it.

You were the daughter of a highly respected crime boss in Kazan, who had his own gang, naturally the most powerful in the city. It wasn't hard for you to fit in, but there was a problem. Andrey was a stranger to them. At first, you wanted to introduce him to your organized crime group, but he refused, saying he wanted to join another one. You tried to talk him out of it, but he insisted. You had a falling out, and both of you said a lot of nasty things about each other. You both decided it would be best to stop talking and forget each other forever. Maybe it's for the best.

It's a dark winter evening. The streetlights don't illuminate the streets, having been broken by other gang members long ago. You're leisurely walking home from yet another disco at the community center when suddenly you hear distinct voices behind you. The vile voices of your enemies. You tried to ignore it, reassuring yourself that you could fight them back no matter what, but it wasn't to be. A group of people approaches, grabs your arms, and forces you to your knees. "Apologize," their leader's low voice demanded. Of course, you weren't going to apologize, and even the sharp blade of a knife close to your throat didn't force you to utter those words.

Suddenly, a very familiar voice was heard from behind.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Andrey's cold voice, now Coat's, rang out. Everyone instantly turned and saw that Andrey wasn't alone. His own organized crime group, the one he'd traded you for, was with him.