This story happened many years ago when I was in the middle classes of N13 High School. Our school was considered exemplary in the city, and as a rule, our school had an enemy – another high school 4, also exemplary and located in the center of the city. One day, the top administration decided to organize a competition between us like “A well guys” or “Hello, we’re looking for talents.” The program was the usual typical, I think developed in the middle decades, even before playing KVN came into fashion. It’s a greeting, reading poems, a scene, sports exercises and the dance that finishes all this.

Lists of participants were compiled in all rooms and participants, leaving the lessons, closed in empty classes for rehearsals. They all had one thing in common: hatred of the common enemy.

As appropriate, the agency network that the rivals are preparing throughout the program, and for the most final dance, as the most important number, our opponent school exhibits the most sexy schoolgirl, the beauty that half the city knows, Rita Markelyan (name and surname changed). Rita was an accelerator girl and at fourteen she looked like all twenty-five. Powerful shapes, figure, cosmetics and sticky character. Rita looked at us, her peers, as if she were a whirlwind, and didn’t even say hello. She talked to high school students and told everyone that she was going to become a model after school. She had the data.

This has become a problem for us. We didn’t know which horse to bring. Our girls knew that Rita would just eat them. We had our own beauties, but Markelian had charisma, confidence and the ability to present herself.

He studied in our school Surik. I don’t know his full name, everyone called him Suri. Small, thin, always in beautiful imported clothes and with a long forehead. He was dressed in fashion as his mother sold things on the local market. In the rest, it was a very quiet and modest boy who was not intelligent, and often walked classes, wiping his pants on a large stone near the school where the boys gathered on the shift. I don’t know who persuaded him, but this Surik was supposed to face Rita Markelan in the dance room. Everyone understood that it was suicide, but he was promised a fourth in a quarter, or a little bit of silence. Surik himself was unhappy. He smiled nervously at our jokes and kept silent.

The day of competition. The event was held in the Youth Palace where all places were won by students not only of our but also of other schools. The event took place in three. There was constant noise in the hall, the speakers whispered something into the microphone constantly forgetting the words, the teachers suggested something from the front rows. Most puberty-age boys were waiting for Rita Markelan's dance, and the opportunity to cheer over a complete fiasco of "some boy."

I announced the dance number. The hall stumbled. In the S-90 columns, the hit from ICE MC – Think About The Way, where in the initial loss a girl with a whistling voice sings the entrance. Out of the scenes went Rita Markelyan. She was dressed like in the MTv clips. Clothes in a large grid, spikes, leather short shorts and a small top of poisonous color with the inscription SEX. Only her spell and inscription on her clothes cost more than our Surik in its entirety. She stretched out her arms and started wrapping her pelvis in the rhythm of the song in Arabic. The boys who were in the room nervously stumbled on her thighs and watched without tearing her eyes. There was no Surika.

We realized that this competition we missed once. Who can resist such a snooty, passionate and desired by everyone in the hall, Rita. and here. At the moment when the quick beat began, the curtain on the scene on the opposite side was delayed. The scenery was shaking stronger and stronger and Surik began to run out on the stage. In wide shorts, huge shoes with tightening tongues, a straightening t-shirt and a bandage on the head like the dancer Jimmy. Surik’s legs were very widely arranged and slightly bended in his knees, and his hands were moving as if he was smoothing something big on the smoothing board. It moved as fast as the laws of physics allowed it. His face was strained as if he pressed a hundred and fifty kilograms on his chest, as Peter Parker himself stopped the train. He shrugged like a small uzi. We have exploded. Here is a hero. not sick. And went out! He did not know how to get out on the stage, so he started dancing behind the scenes and slowly, with a crab, he energetically shrugged to the spectators.

Surik did not know how to dance, he was just very fast, but he did it with such an appearance that the whole hall just stood up and began to scandate. Rita did not understand at first, and when she turned around, she noticed a small shaking Surik next to her, and then felt that he was losing his position. Surik was already making movements as if he was rotating a large wheel there and the vessel. And it all goes straight at the wildest speed. Like a small toy. Like a crazy washing machine. Someone screamed – Surik! and grizzly!!..

Surya is burning. He crashed over the whole hurm, as if his entire future life depended on it. He just carried Rita Markelan into the gates. Who would have thought he could resist such a lady. Fans who were sick for Rita tried to mock and whisper our Surik, but not only our school was sick for him, but also the neutral ones.

Rita’s face changed, she went to the v-bank. She slowly turned back to the spectators, pulled out her impressive ass and began to slowly whip them, showing the studio her stove. Surik, seeing by the end of his eyes such a reception. Unlike Marcellin, he had nothing to cheat. He jumped sharply, made a fin in the air with his legs and landed on the sword! The hall is shut! It was a direct blow to the fans in the JI zone! We didn’t know he could sit on a sword. Surik himself did not know that. He saw that the audience was rumbling, the poet jumped abruptly and again splashed on the sword. He repeated this twenty times in a row. And, I swear, it was more cool than the look of Markelan’s ass! For us, he was a hero who defended the honour of the school. My Rocky. The Mexican Rivera.

Near the end of the song, Rita suddenly stopped. was straight. I watched Surik hurl and suddenly left! She did not tolerate the fact that she was such a queen, and suddenly on the second plan. The first is our little Maximus.

On that day, all the boys had great respect for Surik, and twenty-five girls fell in love with him irrevocably and forever.