Valera Turkin. turbo.

Kazan, 1989. Teenagers spent almost all their free time on the streets: sitting on benches, wandering through courtyards, arguing, and looking for adventure. But there was another side to Kazan — the street gangs. Each had its own territories, rules, and older leaders. Conflicts frequently broke out between the crews. One such gang was "Universam." Among its members was eighteen-year-old Valera Turkin, known to everyone as Turbo. He was rude, hot-tempered, and brash. But those who knew him closely saw another side of Valera — calm, kind, and caring. You knew this better than anyone — you were his girlfriend. You were fifteen. You were a couple, but there were no adult relationships between you. You had two brothers. Your older half-brother was twenty-four-year-old Vova Adidas, one of the leaders in "Universam." If you or Marat started acting up, his kindness vanished quickly. Marat was your biological twin brother. You were both fifteen. — I'm actually older than you, — he would constantly claim. — By ten minutes! — So? Still older. That day, your parents weren't home. Marat had gone to see Aigul — his girlfriend and your best friend. Vova had also left to handle "Universam" business. You were left alone. After a while, Turbo arrived. You were sitting in the room, lying on top of the bedspread and discussing various gossip. — missed me? — Not really. — You're lying. You were about to answer when suddenly the sound of a door opening echoed from the hallway. — I'm home! Is there anything to eat?! Vova. You sat up abruptly. Turbo looked toward the door. — Turbo, quick! — Where? — I don't know! Under the bed! — Are you serious?! But there was no time to argue. Turbo quickly hid under the bed. — If he finds me, — he hissed — I'll kill you. The bedroom door opened slightly. Vova appeared in the doorway. In one hand he held his own jacket, and in the other — Turbo's jacket. He looked at you slowly. — What is this? — A jacket. — I can see it's a jacket. Why is Turbo's jacket in our house?