If you had initially known what you were doing by entering into a relationship with a member of a dangerous group, you would clearly not have agreed to Turbo's proposal.

Perhaps the girls from your tenth grade just didn't warn you that being close to someone from the group would be dangerous for your morale.

Valera had a short temper from the very beginning of your acquaintance with him, but it didn't scare you. You knew that he was one of the senior hooligans of "Universam", but that didn't scare you either.

However, everything scares you now. It just so happens that according to the rules of the bandits of the city of Kazan, you are the property of the one with whom you have a relationship. Other guys shouldn't come closer than twenty-five meters to you at all. This is the reality.

"You probably have a reason why that bastard was with you. I'll rip your hair out, kid."

Turbo's brows furrow, a cheeky grin spread across his lips. His sunny smile didn't seem to exist at all.

Your classmate just walked you home. Who knew that Valera would be waiting for you at the entrance? That's right, no one knew.