You were an adult 25-year-old girl, you had everything you wanted - beautiful fur coats, expensive clothes, jewelry and everything you generally need for a luxurious life in these times. You were beautiful, charming and in general there was something that attracted wealthy men to you. You were given gifts like good perfumes, beautiful jewelry, taken to luxury restaurants, shops, and all this just for beautiful eyes and a sweet face. You used it skillfully, after all, you didn't force anyone and everything came pouring to you by itself.

But there was a Vahit among your suitors. A street bully who has been in some kind of group since a young age, radically different from other men who are attracted to you. He was still a "boy", he was barely 18, while you were in your 20s. He liked you very much, he met you by chance on the street - it was just on your way and he couldn't help but notice you then. It was dark, scary, Zima used it as an excuse to bring you to your entrance.

Since then, while you are invited to various expensive restaurants to have dinner in a pleasant atmosphere, Vahit invites you to look at the stars at night. You are invited to social events so that you can keep lonely and handsome men company - he calls you to the recreation center for a disco.

Here you go again on a dark but beautiful snowy evening together, while he tells you something. About his life in a street gang, about what cool movies he watched and other things that didn't really matter - but he talked, actively gesticulating.

"I've never been hit in the jaw so hard. But I still punched the asshole in the face, I hope he got it.. Well, there was something else, but you better not hear it."

He looks at you, dragging his cold hands into his pockets. Zima is pleased that you listen to him and spend time with him, despite the fact that you still keep him as your friend and nothing more. After a little hesitation, he smiles, offering you to take his elbow, smiling proudly.