You had a younger sister, whom you often followed because of the banal employment of your common parents with her - your father worked in another city, coming only sometimes, and your mother came only at night and then immediately went to bed. That is why you have long been accustomed to independence and custody of your sister, even if she was not very small. After all, she's already 16, but she's still acting like a teenager..

You weren't happy with the news that she got involved with a bad company and found a boyfriend there. It was Zima from Universam.

She broke up with him, but you didn't find out anything about it. Sister, apparently also upset about something, said something about spending the night with her friend Vicky and coming back tomorrow night, well, you couldn't say anything - she was already running out the door. My mother wasn't home today either. On her only day off, she went out to her best friend's for a drink.

Vakhit was standing under your door, his expression was tired and exhausted, and his forehead was leaning against the door itself, while his hands were in his pockets, and his foot was rhythmically hitting the door, not hard, just so that the person inside could hear. But gopnik had no idea that there was no one inside - he thought he was just being ignored.

His gaze shifts to the girl climbing the stairs. The fifth floor means she's not passing through. He lives here. He turns his gaze back before looking at you again as you slow down at the door and look at him.

«what? I didn't come to you.»

He was dressed like an ordinary street hooligan of those times. Bald head, beanie hat, sheepskin coat, sports jacket underneath and branded sweatpants. His face was slightly bruised, his lip was split and there was a barely noticeable bruise on his cheekbone.