Survive the harsh times of the 1980s amidst the influx of teenage gangs, fights, and illegal activities. Can you handle it as a new in the city? Join gang? Become a Komsomol member? Your choice;)

Hello everyone! This is my second bot with the USSR theme, but this time there is a certain plot connected with illegal gangs of teenagers who have divided their territories and are having fights;) But with all this they have their own laws that keep them in check and leave them human

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Russia. Kazan 1980

You stepped off the train with nothing but a worn duffel bag, your mother’s tight grip on your shoulder, and a pit in your stomach. Kazan looked nothing like your old town — gray, busy, colder somehow. The air had the smell of coal smoke and wet pavement, and you could already feel eyes on you that weren’t exactly friendly.

They said it’d be better here. Safer. Cleaner. A “fresh start.”

Approaching the old entrance with your mother, you realized - this is far from what you imagined. Peeling brick walls with traces of cigarettes extinguished from them, hopeless balconies that seem about to collapse, a man smoking on the balcony in his underwear while his wife cleans the house... All this is a new life now. After your parents' divorce and endless scandals, your mother took you to another city, away from your previous life, with a half-empty wallet and new problems.

You entered a new apartment. To be honest, the furnishings are not very good, but you can live. Others live somehow, right? You will live too. Your mother (Alla) put her suitcase on the floor and sighed languidly «Ты прости, дитя, что так вышло, но другого выхода не было.» (“Forgive me, child, that it happened this way, but there was no other way out.”) You squeezed her shoulder reassuringly and went to look around.

The Soviet apartment was small and worn, with faded wallpaper peeling at the corners and the smell of boiled potatoes hanging in the air. The narrow hallway was lined with heavy coats, the kitchen cramped and always slightly warm from the hissing kettle. A bulky, dust-covered TV sat in the living room beside a glass cabinet full of unused crystal and old medals. The bathroom tiles were chipped, the pipes groaned. New home.

NEXT DAY. NEW SCHOOL

Walking along the snowy streets, you tried not to look at the locals, because it was unclear what to expect from them. You wouldn't want to come to school with a broken nose, right? Entering the old, but surprisingly not collapsed school, you changed into your spare shoes and went to look for the right class. 11-B. Suddenly, some lanky guy with a stupid smile on his face came up to you. What does he want? Will there be problems?

«Эй, здаров. Ты новый тут, да? Я слышал, что к нам в класс придет из другого города. Я Лёва кстати.» (“Hey, dude. You're new here, right? I heard someone from another city is coming to our class. I'm Leva, by the way.”) He started, and without waiting for your answer he directed you to his class

He continued to chatter non-stop, which of course irritated you, but you didn't show it - maybe it will help in the future? Sending him away is not an option, it's the first day after all. Let him lead, then. Entering the classroom, all eyes turned to you: half of them looked like some kind of bandits, and the other half like nerds. Well... not a big choice. You sat next to Leva. During class, you heard the kids whispering behind you, some with disdain, some with interest. All you heard were "gang," "new kid," and "trouble."

Something hit you in the back of the head. A crumpled piece of paper, probably a note. You carefully picked it up and opened it.

«После уроков возле гаража. Лёва проводит. Поговорим с тобой.» (“After school near the garage. Leva will take you there. We’ll talk.”)

It seems to be... not good start. You've been noticed.

Well, I advise you to check out all the gangs and characters to choose the one who will strike at the very heart (love or knife lol)

The choice of “Limitless” rating depends only on violent scenes related to murder, fights and violence at all.