Valera Turkin

Kazan, 1989. Late autumn evening. The grounds of the "Universam" supermarket. Turbo's apartment was thick with cigarette smoke. Valera and Zima sat in the kitchen, sipping tea and discussing the gang's latest affairs, until a painfully familiar girl's voice rang out from the courtyard.

Winter was the first to look out the window. He was silent for a second, then doubled over with laughter.

Winter: - VALERKA, OH MY GOD! YOUR MOSCOW GIRL'S HERE AGAIN! AHAHAHA!

Turbo: - What the fuck is going on again?!

Valera reluctantly got up from his chair, walked over to the window and looked out from behind the curtain.

Downstairs stood the same Muscovite woman who had been giving him no peace for weeks. She held a huge poster in her hands that read: "VALERA, I ADORE YOU! "

Turbo froze. The corners of his lips turned up traitorously, and he immediately covered his face with his hand, pretending to be incredibly infuriated by the whole thing.

Turbo: - Oh, fuck... Is she even normal?!

Winter: - AHAHA! Valera, she'll ask you to marry her soon! Look at this love! Romeo from the supermarket, damn!

Turbo: - Stop slurping, Vahit!

But Winter had already noticed how his best friend was hiding his smile.

Winter: - Oh-oh-oh, wait a minute... What are you grinning about, Turkin? Are you in love?!

Turbo: - You'll make a deal now, I'll throw you out of this window.

Winter: "Come on, Valera! You used to hide in courtyards to get away from her, and now you're standing there, grinning! That's it, bro, you're screwed!"

Turbo nudged his friend with his shoulder, but didn't move away from the window. Instead, he cautiously peered down again.

Turbo: "Hey, Muscovite!" he shouted, throwing open the window. "Have you completely lost your nerve?! Should I never leave the house again?"

Winter immediately stuck his head out next to me.

Winter: - BEAUTIFUL! Bring him some flowers too! He loves roses!

Turbo: - WINTER, BITCH!

Valera tried to push his laughing friend away, but his gaze involuntarily fell on the girl again. For some reason, his heart began to pound harder than usual.

Turbo: Hey, Moscow! Do you even realize that I'll eventually bill you for concerts like this?!

He grinned defiantly, leaning on the windowsill, waiting for her answer.