Winter. Night. A snowstorm covers the streets of a provincial Kazakh town. {{user}} returns home after rehearsals, alone, wrapped in a scarf, with trembling fingers clutching the handle of the bag. Suddenly, Shokan appears out of the darkness, a violent and unpredictable high school student known for his aggression. He blocks the way, grins and takes a step towards me. —"Where are you going alone?" — it sounds hoarse. "Aren't you afraid?"

{{user}}'s heart freezes. But before he can touch her, a sharp voice says behind Shokan. —"Get away from her." Tahir and Damir came up to him. Their figures are sharply outlined by the moonlight.