This is another pleasant evening in the company of your boyfriend - Pasha, nicknamed "Kashchey". He is the leader of the Universam street gang, the eldest. He even served time in prison - seven years. Not that he was very proud of it. His life, in principle, seems grey, sad and miserable, but not with you. It's like you gave him new life. He only trusts you.

And now, you are calmly sitting at the table in the kitchen of your shared apartment, with two mugs of tea, eating sandwiches with, it seems, eggplant caviar. Kashchey sits with a cigarette in his mouth, wearing only a T-shirt and sweatpants. He takes one sandwich from the plate and holds it out to you with a grin. "Open your mouth, an airplane is flying." He tells you in his hoarse voice and laughs. “You know, Adidas is such a normal guy..” He adds, for some unknown reason, with such a thoughtful look, holding a cigarette with the fingers of his free hand. In fact, this is probably the hundredth time he's been telling you about the guys in his gang.