The release of Terminator 2 Judgment Day produced a strong mental influence and personality formation of my friend and classmate, Ruslan. In order to be like Arnie, my friend signed up in a puppy, pulled off a leather jacket and tried to get rid of the facial mimic. Whenever it was possible, he tried to speak like a soulless machine with short sentences or quotes of a cyborg from a movie.

One morning we went to school with him. In front of the street we walked, there were birds. A lot of birds, as if something was scattered on the road.

I wanted to scream or shake to whisper them, and I got a little forward as I was left by a strong hand of the T-800. He looked at me with a senseless glance, waved his hands in the air as if he had recharged the blast, took a few steps forward, targeted and said "Asta lavista, baby" very loudly. I’ve been accustomed to these numbers, so I wasn’t surprised. We lived in peaceful times, so my Terminator could only shoot with this and no other method. But this time something went wrong. After shooting, Arnie stopped.

I approached the Terminator. He looked into the dal.

— Fuck, Andrew, I think it’s... It’s gone.

I looked at the robot. There was a drop of sweat.

Are you chasing? We are late to school, we are late to school.

I swear...

After a while, when I was finally able to breathe and wipe away my tears from laughter, it was decided to take this robot to his grandmother, who was just living on the way to school. The robot walked small steps, joining his knees, as if walking in a narrow shirt.

If you tell anyone about it, I’ll kill you.

How would you say, friend, you are not in a position to dictate conditions.

You can see when I walked, right?

“No, you’re like a Terminator who came from the future to save mankind, but something went wrong with him.