One night, a drunk man came to me at the stop. It was late and there was me, a drunk man and two typical grandmothers on the bench. Suddenly I looked at the man and he started telling me what kind of homosexual I am and how he kills people like me in packs, and that he was already sitting down and not going to go back there. He told me this from five meters away, I decided to ignore him, because such a contingent is ordinary for my city. He wanted the extreme, and he began to go a quick step toward me, but I went ahead of him and struck him down with one blow, not that I was a fighter, just in his condition there was enough spring winds to lose balance. So, at the moment of the blow, I already started to hear the screams from those same grandmothers from the bench. The first thing I heard was a request to leave the stop in the direction of the reproductive organ. I reasonably thought that it was not me, but a drunk drachun, but they began to swallow their hands and threaten to challenge the police at the time. They said that they would arrest me, that this man has heart problems, and in general he is a good person, just a little over-drinking today and he was not lucky to get into such a lump and degenerate as I am.



The man later stood up and with threats to call his brother went into the depths of the courts. When he got away, the noise level from the mum dropped slightly, and the couple of minutes that I waited for the bus only and heard the repetition "no, you can't do it," "the man is good," "and this one immediately in a fight" and so on.