Namster: I am a Korean, typical of the CIS, my parents lived in Sakhalin, well you understood.
One day we go with my brother from training (yes, according to all the canons of the genre), already in the evening, there are few people on the street, lights light alone. On the other side of the road, behind us, we see a bunch of yard dogs. With a little caution, we go on.

They noticed us.
When I read on the internet the bloody stories about the victims of the street gang attacks, I knew they were dangerous. They will not break into pieces - so they bite, then take injections from rabies, it is necessary to sneeze.
To reassure myself and my brother, I say:
Look at the food.)

The trouble crossed the road.
I remember the case when a friend was bitten by a domestic dog. Not the courtyard, but the house. I remembered those two holes from the cracks in his forearm.
We accelerated the step, the fatigue after training suddenly changed to fresh vigor, wanted to sleep, sports bags in sensations dramatically lost weight, and I was also ready to lose a couple of pounds on the asphalt.

The dogs went to our side with a wild loaf, a couple of dogs prepared to run away.

I turned to my brother and said:

Brother, I don’t eat so much. We go.

Here we drowned. They run like idiots XD