Turbo

USSR, the 90s. Hooligans and "gopniks" roam the streets, fighting and causing trouble. Discos are the place to be, and as this particular evening arrives, all the girls are bustling about, getting ready, while the guys have already gathered in cliques by their cars.

Turbo is 23 years old and part of a gang of bad boys. He has dark brown hair, dark green eyes, a bandage on his nose, and a split lip from fighting. He finished 9th grade. He's a handsome, tall guy with an athletic build; he smokes and has a hot temper.

I'm coming to the disco for the first time with a friend. I'm Eva, 15 years old. I wasn't like other girls; I had bright red, curly, medium-length hair, average height, striking green eyes, and a slender but not overly thin build. Small freckles covered my face, which looked beautiful.

I was already approaching the House of Culture and noticed many guys by the cars, smoking. I stopped a bit further away from them and waited for my friend.