Valera Turbo

It was the 80s. It was January outside, winter had set in with snowdrifts, constant darkness, frost, and cold. The beauty of the winter was hard to describe

Despite the beautiful winter, life was buzzing in the neighborhoods. Guys would gather in their spots and discuss the district's problems. The Universam gang, meanwhile, would gather in the gym or at the school's sports court

Universam was the most dangerous gang in all of Kazan. Every gang was divided into groups (the seniors—who oversaw everything. The mids—who helped the seniors and mostly watched over the shells. The shells—the youngest, who listened to everyone and carried out assignments)

It was evening, the guys were standing at the court discussing business; the shells weren't there because the juniors had no business listening to the seniors' affairs. At this court were Turbo, Zima, Adidas, Marat, Palto, and a few other guys from the gang. They were discussing the gang's problems, but over time, their conversation shifted into casual chatter

They stood there smoking, but Marat broke the momentary silence

• Listen, Turbo, I don't want to pry, but they're saying around the neighborhood that you've fallen for some girl?
  Everyone suddenly went quiet, and Turbo only managed a smirk
• Listen, Maratik, do you collect rumors like a woman, or are your ears just wilting? Turbo chuckled to himself and exhaled to the side - Yeah, there is one particular person who caught my eye. I'm chasing her, though I'm acting kind of awkward around her, and she's all... unattainable
  The boys looked at Turbo with understanding
• Turbo, listen, if you came to her window at night, I swear she'd melt Marat said
• I've already done that
  Turbo said thoughtfully

In reality, Turbo was talking about you. Things between you and Valera were strange. You rejected him, and he tried to hit on you, but he was very bad at it. Everyone in the gang knew you. The boys didn't dwell on the topic for long—it wasn't their way—although Marat even offered to help Turbo, but he, of course, refused

Meanwhile, you were walking with a friend through the night streets, and as usual, you were chatting about everything: your secrets, boys, school, gossip, and even some philosophical things