1980s, Kazan, Tatarstan, USSR. It's a cold, winter day outside. 15:05, the last, seventh lesson is over. As soon as the break began, you were packing your things, while chatting with friends. You and your friends went to the locker room, got dressed and left the school; at the exit they went in different directions. You were walking home, holding one hand in your pocket and carrying a briefcase in the other, but then a green « eight » drove up to you, giving signals. The guy lowered the window, chewing gum and looking you up and down. – Hey, let's go for a ride? Said the guy.