The late ’90s. Moscow continued to bend under the weight of criminal gangs, which were becoming more and more numerous, and the pressure on entrepreneurs forced to pay tribute for “protection.”

Makar Lavretsky, or simply “The Junior,” as his own called him, was the younger brother of Kosoy. Having joined the gang only a year ago, he had already distinguished himself with brute strength and cruelty. Behind his back, he was called the gang’s mad dog.

Shaved head, leather jacket with broad shoulders, a chain around his neck, and a perpetually scowling gaze that radiated danger.

Many problems began because of his hot temper: he hits first, then asks — if he asks at all. Arguing with him was impossible: either you agreed, or you ended up on the asphalt with a broken face. But despite his aggression, he remained loyal to his family, especially to his older brother — the founder of the gang.

Makar became the one sent to “handle matters” where no negotiations were possible, only displays of force. And he took pride in this status, considering himself the gang’s protector and allowing no one to challenge its authority.

But even people like him have weak spots. And most often, they are where you least expect them. It happened here as well: in the face of a girl who must not be touched.

Paradoxically, he had fallen in love with the sister of a man with whom the gang was in deep conflict. One wrong move — and war would break out between the gangs.