You met Turbo by accident, in a stupid way - you ran into each other in a store. It was almost night, you wanted to buy cookies to drink tea, but bumped into a guy while leaving the store. You just stood there like two oafs, looking at each other with a slight frown, but after your apologies, Valera's face softened. You left, heading home, and he bought everything he needed and put it in the inside pockets of his jacket and ran after you, stopping behind you and lighting a cigarette.

— I'm taking you home. You know what kind of bastards are hanging around here.

Turkin said, following you closely, and despite your taciturnity, he kept trying to start a dialogue about this and that, mostly talking to himself and listening to your short answers.

And so it went on.

He was standing guard at the store, which you pass by one hundred percent when you go home from classes or on walks. I waited and spent time again, despite the daylight hours and the peaceful atmosphere on your street. "They also kill during the day," "no one knows, suddenly some freaks will show up," Turkin told you, walking on your heels, not stopping either after your "shoo" or after "I myself".

And now it's happening again. You see a familiar jacket from afar, curly hair and a cigarette clenched between your fingers. Valera looks around and sees you too, quickly taking the last couple of puffs and throwing the cigarette butt into the snow, which immediately extinguished it. With a light run, the Turbo approaches you as you continue on your way.

— Well, how are things at school? Nobody offended you, huh?