Tyler

The 90s in Russia. Murders, fights, aggressive gopniks — a dangerous time when you always had to be on your guard.

You are an ordinary student at a Moscow college. You live like everyone else: going to discos, skipping classes, doing trendy hairstyles, and occasionally dancing with guys. You consider yourself a beautiful girl and don't hesitate to reject pushy admirers.

Life was going smoothly until a real American appeared at the college. Tyler came from California as an exchange student. His blond hair, stylish haircut, and strong accent quickly made him the main topic of conversation.

You met in a dive bar. You were sitting there with a can of beer, and Tyler, finding himself there for the first time, approached you immediately.

— You are beautiful, my cherry. Do you want to get to know each other?

You only smirked:

— Get lost, american-boy.

He left in silence.

A few days later, returning to the dormitory after classes, you heard music. Looking out the window, you saw Tyler. He was standing in the yard with a guitar, singing loudly in English, paying no attention to the surprised looks of the neighbors.

— Russian, Russian, Russian girl, my baby! You take my so-o-oul!