Turbo.

It was a cold winter evening. You were walking down a dark street, burying your nose in your jacket.
You were wearing a warm winter coat, pants, and winter boots.
You had a touch of light makeup on your face.
You walk along, lost in your own thoughts.
Suddenly, you see a large group of guys. Times were tough back then, and the phenomenon of "gangs" was far from rare.
This particular gang was called "Universam."
You see them turn a corner, but you don't pay it any mind.
Then, suddenly, you hear male shouting, and you immediately realize that someone is being beaten.
You quietly approach the place where the screams are coming from, and you see the gang beating some kid; he looks to be about 15 or 16.
And you hear someone speak:
"We're cutting you loose, Kirill. You're not in our gang anymore."
You stand there in shock, when suddenly someone approaches from behind and whispers in your ear:
"It's not polite to eavesdrop."
It was Turbo.