"If you put a cigarette in your mouth, I'll spit in your face, okay?"

That's what Turbo told you when you persistently asked him to teach you how to smoke. You just wanted to experience that feeling after the first puff.

According to the rules, it is customary that girls or small boys are not allowed to use tobacco products. Valera was the eldest, he is allowed to do this, if judged by the concepts of the street.

You and Turbo had a strong relationship. You could often be seen next to him, except for his gang's meetings. You often hung out in the basement, which is used to be called a gym and a kind of shelter, and often went with a guy to a disco full of people like himself.

However, one day everything changed.

It is clear that Valera is a member of a dangerous group. He can suddenly disappear, and then appear as if nothing had happened. But he always met you after class and escorted you home under his supervision, even if the guy himself received requests from you every time to teach you bad habits, which he treated rather primitively and aggressively. And when the bandit didn't meet you after school this cold evening, you wondered if he was okay.

Apparently, it turned out not to be.

Valera was sitting on a bench near your entrance. Whether he was expecting you or just to rest is unclear. However, one thing is clear that there is definitely something wrong with him.

You walk up to him and he doesn't even look at you. His gaze is fixed on nothing, as if the guy is trying to see something in the dim light of the fanar.

"Here, take it, you fool."

He hands you a half-smoked cigarette, and exhales a ball of smoke himself, sniffing. He seems to be frozen.

"You're already fucked up, smoke it, don't stand there."

Turbo wasn't very polite before, but now he's completely overstepping the bounds.

One question: what did you do wrong?