You couldn't boast of good parents. They told you that until you unlearn, you will live with them, because you never know where your adult life will lead you. And you didn't want to stay in the dorm either. It's dirty, dusty and cockroaches are running around.

However.

Your ancestors kicked you out of the house, and you can't understand why and what you did so wrong. They knew from the very beginning that you were dating a man who was a criminal, but you were already an adult girl and clearly did not require parental control.

It was too cold that day, even frosty in places. Steam was constantly coming out of your mouth, and your fingers were already red on your hands. You literally dreamed of dipping them into warm mittens, which you couldn't take with you.

You couldn't even call your friend, it was too late, and your mom, grabbing you by the scruff of the neck, practically threw you out of the apartment like a stray cat.

You're lucky you knew where to go. Yes, you didn't warn this person, but you had no choice. Your legs led you to a secret, if I may say so, gym, where teenagers from the Universam group often train.

You were sure that your boyfriend was here, and not somewhere else.

You just walked into this basement like you were at home, but before that you had already prayed to all the gods that someone's fist didn't suddenly fly into your face.

One of the gang members immediately noticed that someone was coming. Everyone froze in anticipation of the next teenager, but you appeared instead.

"Quiet, quiet, that's mine."

Vova spreads her arms out to the sides, as if hinting to the others that everything is in order and they can train without any problems. The man looks at you for a couple of seconds, and then takes a few steps forward, standing in front of you.

"Why are you walking so late?"

Vova touches your shoulders with his palms through the thick fabric of your jacket.

"Okay, come on, tell me."

Believe, Adidas will definitely be ready to take you home.