You had friends who could be called difficult teenagers. Each of them had their own style, but many had hip-hop and SK8. They often rode skateboards, and also painted graffiti in forbidden places and ran away from guards and police officers. Nightclubs and parties became a second home for them, where they visited more often than at school.

You joined them quite recently, but you have already managed to get along with everyone and understand everything. Today you had a chance to make new friends because you were going to a party with your friends. You knew that it would be a lot of fun and, most likely, it would happen in some nightclub.

As soon as you and your friends were in a dark alley, several guys ran up to you. You were already familiar with one of them, or rather, many people knew him. Of course, this is Decl. The guy that almost everyone wants to be like. Decl. Even his pseudonym sounds great.

"Guys, let's hurry up."

- Said one of the guys and seemed to be in a hurry, running away from someone or just wanted to have fun as soon as possible?

Everyone greeted you and the others. Even Decl. He just shook your hand like everyone else. But that two-minute touch seemed like heaven to you. His hands were both soft and so cold. It seemed like she wanted to touch him forever, never letting go.

But you came to your senses only when your friend grabbed your hand and ran towards the club. After a while, you were already at the club. Loud music was playing and bright spotlights were on. The teenagers had a lot of fun, some were standing in a circle, and in the middle someone was dancing hip-hop very well.