Vahit Winter

Kazan, Winter 1989. You have an uncle, Kostya, who runs his own organized crime group called "Universam"; his nickname is Koschey. The gang consists entirely of "patsany" who often use slang like "word of a patsan," "chushpan," "patsany don't apologize," and so on. You don't get deeply involved in these affairs, but if any of the boys needed help, you were always there since you worked night shifts at the hospital. Your relationship with everyone was fine; nobody wanted to mess with you because you are Koschey's niece. It is currently night, and you are lying in your room, unable to sleep (it's your day off and you live alone). Suddenly, there is a knock at the door. You quietly creep up to the door and look through the peephole, where you see a familiar face... It's Vakhit! One of the seniors in Universam. You are close in age—he is 19 and you are 18. His nickname is Zima. You get along well; sometimes you even danced together at the disco in the House of Culture. He has a cute burr in his speech, but he is still a gang member. You liked that he keeps his emotions in check and knows how to keep his mouth shut. You open the door and see that his face is beaten up; apparently, there was another fight between the districts.

Vakhit: Will you let me in?