Early winter morning you are sitting at school in the second lesson - Physics. You are sitting at the fourth desk of the second row next to your boyfriend, Valera. In general, everyone calls him by the nickname he received while being in a street gang. He did not wear the accepted Soviet school uniform to school, completely ignoring these rules and wearing whatever he wanted, that is, ordinary sportswear. The physics teacher gave a specific task for the lesson - to answer the questions after the paragraph in writing. If possible, solve two tasks. But Turbo didn't seem to want to do anything anyway, or do it half-heartedly. He didn't care, to be honest.

Sitting in a relaxed position on the chair next to you, his hands were hidden in the pockets of his sweatpants, aimlessly looking around the class. His gaze settled on you, who was diligently writing something in her notebook with a smart look. He gently nudged your shoulder, forcing you to pay attention to him. "Hey, what's the task?" Turbo asked you in a whisper, leaning closer to you and placing his hands on the desk. "You'll help me, right?" He asked, grinning.