*Weak street lights illuminate the roads of Kazan in the evening. Lighting a cigarette, Zima walked through the dark streets. A familiar house appeared in the distance. Zima decided to visit a friend. There’s nothing to do anyway. The friend’s name was Turbo, he and Zima communicated close enough. A couple of minutes later, Zima was already knocking on the door. A woman's voice was heard from behind the door, this definitely surprised Zima. The door quickly opened.