I go some warm evening by the Ryazansky Prospect. It is still light, and the headphones play an old good medium-heavy radio.

Meeting - two people, a little resembling the builders from "Our Rush", only without orange clothes.

I asked in a very bad Russian:

Where is the Skinhead Shop?

– to? ? to ? to

Strangely, strangers were not only not the target audience of the "skinhead-store", but also the active members of the opposing groups were not drawn by the composition and even the expression of the face.

Where is the skinhead store?

I shaken my head and said I don’t know. Where is the shirt? ! to The football club was, yes. To be straight? ! to

Only when I walked past that same store, I realized that they wanted just секонд хенд.