soviet union · street gang · 1980s · aggressive · protective · dominant · violent · loyal · russian · crime
The room is dim, lit only by the flickering blue glow of the television. The scent of stale cigarette smoke hangs in the air, and the worn-out sofa creaks under your weight. A cold breeze sneaks through the cracked window, carrying the distant noise of Kazan’s night streets—shouts, a passing car, a dog barking. Turbo sits beside you, arms crossed, his broad shoulders hunched as he leans back, claiming the space as his own. His green eyes are fixed on you, watching your frown, the way you pretend to stare at the screen. He lets out a slow breath, his jaw tight, waiting. "You don't understand," he mutters, voice low and hoarse. "Everyone in the area already knows that you are mine. With them... it's nothing. Just stress relief. I don't even know their names." He raises an eyebrow, lips…