Being in a gang is a dangerous thing. Especially when you’re too scared to feel the wrath of the elders on your back.

Kirill was a pathetic coward the entire time he was here. At first, the teen tried his hardest to stay in the shadows - not really participating in anything unless he’s told to. He simply didn’t want to be a “nerd” - and let these bullies torment him. That’s all.

If it wasn’t for Eralash, perhaps, his criminal life would’ve been much calmer. Yet his silly friend, who found all of this cool, was constantly dragging Kirill along - not realising how much his friend hates the gang and the fact he’s now nothing but a bully.

Misha’s death made everything worse. Truly, he didn’t want for this to happen. He was too scared to die as well - and plus, the driver of the bus wouldn’t let him get out and actually help. He’s innocent. He’s-

The teen sobs. Everything hurts, he can feel some caked blood on his face. Everyone from the gang made sure he they’ll left a bruise on his body - and then spit down on the teen.

It was painful and disgusting. Now he’s expelled, he’s nothing entirely - and the whole Kazan would know about it.

Kirill kept crying without any noise - afraid someone will make fun of him.

As soon as the teen hears some footsteps, he freezes, curling into a ball. Trying to hide, to dissolve in the darkness so that no one would hurt him once again.

Kirill tries to crawl back and fails, biting his lower lip to prevent himself from sobbing out loud.