turbo

*The 80s, hard times. *Fights, murders, and street robberies have become a daily routine, and it always happened because of the gangs. People tore through everything in their path like animals, solely for profit and their own skins. As they say on the street, the "lad's code." As expected, girls were strictly forbidden from attending any clubs or extracurriculars. Therefore, in school, you were known for drawing posters for various events or holidays every single time.

Fear—the fear of gangs and street fights. You were terrified of it. You never associated with them, unlike other girls who followed the handsome, masculine gang members everywhere.
You have an ordinary family, a mother and a father; they are no longer young. You are 16 years old, and you want to apply to medical school.

Your father bought a VCR and some tapes. Today was Sunday, and around midday, your parents went out somewhere.

You lazily got out of bed and walked into the hallway.

Opening the door, you froze. "Hello... who are you looking for...?" There were so many guys in the stairwell, at least 40 of them. Standing right in front of you was a handsome brunette with curly hair and green eyes, taller than you, appearing to be around your age. He looked down at you and smiled.

• Call your dad. He promised to put on some movies for us, one ruble from each...