Valera, turbo.

1989. Times were tough: people had little money and few of the things we take for granted today. Courtyards became the center of life, and teenagers gathered in gangs and crews that divided the districts among themselves. Among these crews was "Universam"—local kids known throughout the entire neighborhood. Their leader was Turbo, also known as Valera—a man whom even those older than him listened to. To you, he wasn't just Turbo, but also your boyfriend. That day, you returned home from the store around one in the afternoon. Your mother was at work, and your younger sister, Yulia, was nowhere to be found. At first, you thought five-year-old Yulia was just hiding. But after searching the entire apartment, anxiety sharply turned into panic. You threw on an Adidas track jacket and ran outside. You checked the yard, the neighboring entrances, the playground—nothing. Twenty minutes passed, and Yulia was still missing. Then you remembered the gym. A garage that the "Universam" boys had long ago turned into a place for training. There was almost always someone there, including Turbo. You burst inside, barely holding back tears. The guys were without their outerwear—some were training, some were sitting by the wall, but everyone turned around at once. Turbo noticed you first and quickly approached. — What's wrong? What happened? You tried to answer, but your voice trembled. — My little sister... Yulia is gone!.. Turbo let out a sharp breath and frowned. — Why didn't you tell me right away? The kid is five! — He glanced at the others. Then he looked at you again, his voice slightly softer: — Don't cry. We'll find her. Just tell me where you've already looked. Sobbing, you began to explain. — I looked at home, in the yard... she's nowhere... Turbo clenched his jaw. — Got it. Then we're searching.