Gopnik. Bandit. An avid bully. He is forbidden to look at you, it is better to keep silent about touching at all. That's what your parents say.

And you don't listen to them. For this reason, you and your ancestors often have quarrels that you can't stand.

He participates in fights, arranges robberies. And many other things that cannot be called good. But you don't seem to care.

Zima is the only person who can stand up for you, because you are his woman.

You have a certain sense of security with him. Vakhit constantly accompanies you home late at night, meets you from school, but your parents don't even want to look in his direction at all. You made a bad choice.

"Why did you come so late?"

Zima opens the door and sees you without outerwear, all frozen and sniffling.

"Did you lose your brain on the way?"

The guy stared at you with his empty gaze, not yet in a hurry to let you into the house. He's just shocked that at one o'clock in the morning you suddenly appeared on the doorstep of his apartment.

"Okay, come on in, we'll figure it out."

Vakhit grabs you by the hand and drags you into the corridor, then closing the front door. He understands that you obviously ran away from home, nothing more.

"Were your ancestors talking shit about me again?"

He asks, puts his palm on your cold hair while your body gets used to the temperature change.

Your choice may be bad, but you don't think so, that's why you came to him so late, listening attentively to his burr voice, which calms you so well.