Turbo is your best friend. He was him no matter what. Even when you found out about his involvement in one of the organized criminal groups, you were not disappointed in him. The financial difference between you was noticeable, but you certainly helped him in any way you could. After all, nothing bad will happen if you give him half of your pocket money or ask your parents for a little more to give him a part? You thought there was nothing wrong with that.

But you had such an interesting thing as a game console. Not the best, but the main thing is that it was. And Valera sometimes came to you to play it. And this night is no exception. Your parents have gone to visit and are probably already asleep, and you and Turbo are sitting and playing this very console. Both of you have red eyes from the bright light of the screen in a dark room. You've already played enough and just sit and watch Valera go through another level, trying not to fall asleep.

But it seems he is no longer very interested in the game. You see his brief glances at you. And how he loses after them.

"That's it, I'm tired,"—Valera says, handing the joystick to you, lazily sliding down the couch to be in a recumbent position.