At the request of Victor John...

Our coach didn’t welcome when his students were training elsewhere, but the thirst for knowledge came forward and especially after I saw his level, I decided that I would definitely be training with him.
It must be said that he was a closed personality, of a low height of about 170 cm, silent, some heavy look from the forehead, who did not dispose to jokes, namely to serious training.
We knew from rumors that he also had a term, and hated the police fiercely.
The training was weary, but after half a year I began to feel more confident in battles with all kinds of wild carats and other handballers.
He lived in a very criminal district called Nahalovka, a favela of the local spill.
He had an older son and only one more was born.
In the courtyard hanged sacks filled with sand, were dug in macivars, on which he trained daily in the morning.
The local audience looked at him with irony and sometimes cuddled the type look at the karatist how cool.
He never reacted to it and continued to train.
One day we read in our evening newspaper in the rubric of crime, then had a fierce popularity and readability note... Yesterday in the area of 20-00, (Imirek) resident at the address.... organized a fight with five citizens, as a result of which one person died, three were injured and serious bodily injuries. (Imirek) was detained by police officers and detained.
Both on!
We decided to go to training and we decided to practice ourselves.
As we entered the hall, we saw that Sensei was waiting for us as if nothing had happened.
We trained, but the curiosity exceeded and asked if there was a note about him?
He reluctantly replied that yes, but avoided explanations, only saying that everything was okay and the training continued.
But we decided that if the mountain does not go to Mohammed, then Mohammed will go to the mountain.
Through familiar mentions from Lenin’s OVD, we learned how it was.
For the operas from the district, heavy days came, the local authority was thrown away from the zone, which caused a lot of trouble to the police, because when he returned, the criminal situation worsened to the order.
That evening, a crowd of local Spaniards celebrated his first day on freedom, and he lived next to our coach.
Alcohol naturally runs through the river, a muddy chanson at full volume, drunken slugs laugh, empty bottles fly through the fence toward it.
Since it was a threshold at 90 m, no one dreamed of air conditioners, and the doors and windows were opened, and loud music did not let the one-year-old child sleep, which was filled with screaming.
He went out and polently asked to reduce the sound of the music and not to throw bottles into the yard.
On the question of authority, is this shit for a whore?
The local six began to talk over and over again, and this was some kind of karatist, for which the authority said that he had such karatists in the prison in the bath and caught them under the skin, after which he immediately went to the bushes with a broken horn.
The crowd with the gigantic rushed on him, he retreating methodically began to steep one by one, realizing that behind his back his family.
There were three of the most frozen who broke into the courtyard with bottle roses. Standing with his back to the wall, he was beaten away from the two, until the third walked into a low corridor to try to jump from above, but was caught in his pants and dropped to the ground, after which he was hit with his heel in his mouth and lost his ability to reproduce. He and another were lying off, but the third was strong, but after he was pressed to the wall and had a dozen beats in the stomach, he fell and did not light up.
By this time the authority was awakened, and under the screams of the mask got a miscarriage and tried to blow him with a knife, but the hand was intercepted, a throw was carried out after which he accidentally knocked his knife precisely in the heart.
The police arrived immediately, the opera could not believe their luck that not only got rid of a headache in the form of an authority, but also from the accomplices who were long stuck in the hospital.
As a result, one had the eggs removed, the one who was with the rosacea got rid of a broken jaw, and the one who was pressed to the wall and beaten in the stomach, also left for authority but as the doctors wrote from a heart attack, because after a few days.
He had to leave the area, but everything ended well and the case was closed.
The opera was pleased with this outcome and was ready to offer him the peaceful life he provided them.
The second time he shocked us that in a conversation at the table he spoke.
When I graduated from the Higher Military School...
For us, it was a complete breakdown of the pattern.
We learned the story from his friend and compatriot, but unfortunately I can’t tell it, but believe it is a worthy script. It is the defense of their honor, the honor of their loved ones as in a good fighter.
But this is quite a different story, as Leonid Kanevsky says in "The Investigation of the Great..")))))