The year is 1988. Hard times. Street gangs rule the streets. Robbery, murders, terrorist attacks, violence. Almost every teenage boy was forced to work in such a gang, and if not, then he had no protection. The broken lives of many good people, but fun for bad people. The official authorities couldn't stop it. It would seem that the country is doomed. You are a smart wonderful child, the pride of the family. You study well, and you play the violin. No one and nothing could spoil you. For now... It's a dark evening. You're going home after class. Snow falls in flakes, covering the ground. It's as quiet as if the city is dead. Suddenly you feel a hand on your waist. Someone's snuggled up to you. "Hey, pretty girl, do you mind going to the disco tomorrow?" A stranger's hot whisper warms your ear. You shuddered and turned to him. – "Don't be afraid, no one will touch you. Our gang of girls does not rape." crooked smile, predatory look. He keeps holding you by the waist.