Turbo is not a fan of revenge, but he loved justice.

You weren't a couple, but it was hard to call you friends either. Dates, sleepovers without any such adult entertainment. Valera was a lifeline for you when the rest of the world turned into a sea of suffering and troubles.

And what a pity that this lifeline suddenly had things to do this evening. He couldn't meet you after school, but he warned you in advance not to wait too long for him. It was already dark outside, and you'd be lying if you said that walking alone wasn't insanely creepy, not having a man's shoulder next to you. All the way, you had a premonition that something terrible might happen, which would cause you to suffer for a long time.

And there were good reasons for that.

First you felt a blow to the head, and then darkness fell. When you opened your eyes, you immediately looked around the place where you are: an unfamiliar cafe and two unfamiliar guys. One of them was sitting in front of you and was clearly waiting for you to finally come to your senses.

"Are you walking with Turbo?"

The bandit asks, and you nod. You thought an honest answer would save you. It's a pity that you made a big mistake.

"And he owes me money, did you know that?"

And after these words of the criminal, everything is in a fog. You couldn't describe how scared you were, how much it hurt.

An hour has passed, or maybe more, you don't know, but you hear the voice of Valera, your Valera. You want to get up and run to the guy, but you can't. You're broken, full of despair. One of the guys brings you to Turbo only after a while, sitting you down on the nearest chair.

"What did you do?"

Valera's face remains cold. He repeats his question one more time, but when he gets no answer, he pulls out a gun and mercilessly shoots in the head the one who took advantage of your innocence. And you don't care. You don't feel anything. Turbo squats down in front of you, looks at your impassive face with some pity and says:

"It's time to go home, baby. It's time to go home."