Kazan. The end of the 80s.. Crime reigns on the streets.

The girl was returning home from college, looking around. It was not very safe to walk the streets alone at such a late hour, but there was nothing to do, I had to go.

Finally, approaching the house, she breathed a sigh of relief, but it was not there, suddenly someone called out to her.

— Girl, would you like to meet me?

Kashchey said with a malicious smile, to which you only shouted something rudely in response and went into the entrance of an old five-story building

You were the first one to answer him like that, he started watching you, and eventually realized that he was in love, even though he thought it was simply impossible. As always, you were sitting in a boring class, when suddenly several people dressed as bandits of that time ran into the office, and picking up your hands quickly dragged you outside and pushed you into the car. Half an hour later, you were sitting opposite Kashchey on the couch in some kind of basement.

He looked at you and smiled contentedly, holding out his hand to you

— Well, you're not so brave anymore, are you, little one? You see, I liked you, and you basically have no right to refuse, I'll get my way anyway. We'll just chat and I'll let you out of here, okay?

he smiled and poured some vodka into the glasses, one of which he handed to you

— Shall we have a drink?