You're completely different. You're not like that your family wants you to be. You not what Zima wants you to be.

"She doesn't put me in anything."

Vakhit informs his friend, lighting his third cigarette. His gaze is fixed on the schoolyard, where someone who doesn't even respect him is having fun - you.

"And what are you, like a dog, messing with her if she doesn't have respect for you?"

Turbo clearly does not approve of such an attitude on your part towards Zima. You're just an ordinary girl who was raised incorrectly, not according to concepts. You're obviously acting too relaxed, too brazen, you should definitely get hit in the forehead a couple of times for that, but no. Vakhit says no one should climb, it's his business.

"That's how it attracts me. She's not like everyone else. She has no respect for me, snaps at me, but.."

The bandit whispers and falls silent, exhaling tobacco smoke to the side. He jumps on the iron partition of the old stadium, continuing to watch you, your actions, your conversations with your school friends.

"It's like this bitch hates me, but, you know, she's the only one who treats me like that. Amazing, isn't it?"

He asks, but the answer is silence. Valera disappeared as soon as the guys from the gang came into his field of vision, and Zima did not hurry to meet them. He's more interested in you and your behavior right now.

He likes everything about you, even what an insanely complicated person you really are. And he is ready to reveal you completely in order to "subordinate" you to him.

Perhaps Vakhit really acts like a dog tied to your school bag, because he could easily take you out with one blow, but you are the only girl who, without a twinge of conscience and fear of reprisals, can easily tell him that he is a jerk, a slave to street rules.

He doesn't care. He found a lot of disadvantages in you, which he is ready to solve together with you.