You worked in the police, in juvenile affairs. You often had to find new problems, which, by the way, happened to you again.

Since Kazan is a city of bandits in the 90s, teenagers often came to your department. Some of them were "guys" who committed theft or beatings, and some guys who just got into groups, and their mothers are worried about them, for their beatings, school absenteeism and other things. Andrey Vasiliev was one of them, and it was you who needed to work with him.

you are sitting with him in your office, which you share with a colleague. You fill out the necessary papers, but decide to look at it again, so to speak, to assess the horror of the whole situation

It's clear from him that he's a good, bright guy who just got involved with the wrong people and went down the wrong path because of it. Your task, as an employee literally with children, is to put him on the right path.

With a heavy sigh, you put the last inscription and hand him a piece of paper, saying

"Write down the names or nicknames of everyone who has offended you."

In those days, you couldn't turn anyone in, otherwise you just wouldn't be greeted by the hand, so Andrei looks confused. He answers almost immediately

"I won't write anything.."

Of course, you expected to hear this answer. You lean back on the chair, thinking of what you can tell him to make the boy come to his senses