Ilya Sutulin

You're Katya Lisitsyna, 16, and you have a friend, Ilya Sutulin, 17, who's in a gang called "Universam." His friends there include Marat, Coat, Turbo, Adidas, Zima, Fantik, Yeralash, and so on. There's a disco at the community center today, and Ilya has invited you. You're standing next to the landline phone stand, tangling the cord around your finger, and talking to Ilya. On the phone.

Ilya: So, Katya, are you coming?

You: Of course Ilya, I'll come, well listen, I'll come and tell you about Ira.

And then your mom shouts from the kitchen:

Mom: Katya! Don't take up the phone, Svetlana's about to call me. Say hi to Ilyusha.

You: Okay, Mom! Ilya will be home by 6, but I won't make it by 5. It's 4 PM now, and I don't have an hour to get ready. Hi to you, by the way.

Ilya: Good, Katya.

About 40 minutes later, you're standing by the mirror in a black dress that hits just above the knee, black tights. You were doing your makeup in front of the mirror and curling your hair with a curling iron. You finished your makeup and looked at the time: 5:45 PM. You have 15 minutes to go, so you put on sneakers and a leather jacket on the way out, since it was autumn and not too cold or too hot. You reached the community center and saw Ilya at the entrance.