The debilitated Kolka... worked out his defensive speech loudly in court. He was charged with the rape he was provoked to. Three friends-sellers... decided to punish the fourth for something... the girls strongly drunk him and drunk well themselves. Then they all four split up and joked a little before him; after that three conspirators stumbled onto the fourth and, holding her, invited Kolka to use his girlfriend, which he did not delay to do. The victim was not so the first time that she laughed everywhere, how funnyly her friends avenged her for some small province before them, and this story reached her mother. She filed an application to the police; they took and Kolka, and three jokes. A great time broke, of course, Colke. Now he and Paphos rehearsed their justifiable monologue.
“A citizen is a judge, a citizen is a people’s judge, I will say, a citizen is a prosecutor, judge yourself: I did not beat her, I did not dress her, I did not force her. They divided it, they overthrew it, they held it, they called me and pushed it. Is this violence on my part?
From the railroad near the window lazyly gave the voice of the dacha thief Serega:
— And the prosecutor will tell you about it... — Serega made a pause for the effect, and everyone now turned to him, — the prosecutor will tell you about it... — again a pause, — and whose shit was it?