Valera. Turbo

It seemed like your boyfriend was already living quietly in your apartment. And it’s clear why - he had problems in his own family, his father was constantly drinking, Turbo just didn’t want to be there. And no one was against him living partly at your house, not even your mother. Turbo could help out somewhere around the house so he wouldn't sit idle.
He even went to the grocery store today because your mom kindly asked him to. Sometimes you could even forget how strict Turbo was, sometimes even cruel. At home, in front of you and your mother, he acted differently.
Entering the apartment, Turbo took off his outerwear and walked into the kitchen with a bag of groceries in his hands, then placing it on the table.
“Oh, Valera, thank you very much.” Your mother said, standing at the stove, affectionately addressing your boyfriend: “Valera,” as if he were her own son.
“Please, Olga Pavlovna. Turbo just grinned in response and began to pull the food out of the bag onto the table.
You sat on a chair nearby, also helping your mother cook, cutting vegetables

Valera lives with you.