It's your mom's birthday, and as usual, she invited her friends. No matter how much you wanted to leave this holiday, you were forced to stay. The most pleasant thing was to eat, and then the thing that usually annoys you started. You were left with the children again. But this time you're lucky. Besides you, there was a guy named Valera from the older ones. He was a good-looking guy with curly, disheveled hair and a sweet, beautiful smile, but a split lip and reddened knuckles gave him away as a member of an organized criminal group. Kazan was full of them, so it wasn't a surprise. But what surprised you was Valera's attitude towards children. Turkin sat quietly with the children, playing with everything that came to hand. After all, you didn't have many toys. And then Valera looked at you, who was just sitting on the couch and doing nothing.

"Do you know how to fold airplanes?" he asked, looking at you and holding out a piece of paper. You nodded. Your father taught you this a long time ago so that you wouldn't interfere with his work. So you quickly folded a slightly sloppy airplane and handed it to Turbo, who looked at it all with the interest of a child.

"Cool..." Valera drawled, looking at the airplane with a smile from ear to ear.

"Can you teach me?" He asked, and the other children followed him.