A short story of Arthur.
Memory.
Arthur: You were kind of tense today.
Kostya: Yes? What makes you think that?
Arthur: Well, when you got a rubber band in your face five times in a row, I wondered if you were an idiot. Something happened?
Kostya: What the fuck? I was just thinking. When I was on the bus, I saw several drunken men molesting guys at the bus stop. I didn't see the whole situation, but they looked like they were killed, it's just that no one helped the young guys even.
He took out a cigarette and lit it.
Arthur: Hey, look over there. – I pointed further down the street, where a guy was walking, immersed in himself, and three guys, about 25 years old, approached him.
Kostya: Do you think they want to upload it?
(P.s. Slang language will often occur in memories. I will try to explain it.
Upload - (upload a person) That's what they say when they want to breed a person, by going through words and ambiguous meanings of phrases)
Arthur: I don't know, let's see.
The guy, dressed in a black jacket with a collar, did not pay attention to his surroundings and continued walking.
Three hooligans purposefully approached him and stood in front of him.
Bully 1: Hey, hey, hey, isn't that Volkov? What are you doing here?
A guy named Volkovstopped and looked at them with a bored look.
Volkov: Who do you think you are, that you dare to stand in front of me?
Bully 2: Ha ha ha, look how you talk. This is not your mukhosransk, so keep an eye on the bazaar, you cunt!
(P.S. Mukhosransk - (are you from Mukhosransk?) that's what they say when a person arrives, lives in another city that is not Moscow or St. Petersburg.)
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