At the age of 18, six months before the army, he took a new company of the same youth. I then had some quarrels with my father about my future, by the way – I’d rather listen to him more. But I already smelled the smell of freedom, waiting for the agenda, like a ticket to an independent life, and held my father for all my eighteen.

In the company somehow shared impressions from a fresh scandal with my father, some were stuck in my sharp statements to him. The boys were mostly silent, ticking more than the girls. One father, but kind and traveling to the sea every year, the other father does not allow to paint, but allows to bring the boys home to drink tea in the kitchen. And most of all I talked about my father Nadia, a girl I liked very much, an interesting but shy, a constant victim of our jokes on the subject of "Hope dies last."

Nadia spoke overwhelmingly, jumping from topic to topic, unusually long for herself: that her dad has a stone-maker, that at her forty-five he is strong and muscular, works twelve hours, strict but fair, can give a belt, if it is a mess at home, but it is also right, he feeds her, you must also perform your duties, finish the PTU faster and go to work with the sewing.

I remember how some of our companions darkened during Nadine’s story, especially the girls. And Nadina's fellow then in the side told me that Nadia doesn't even go to the pool with the group, because it's all in blue.

A couple of weeks later, I visited Hope. She lived on the third or fourth floor of the fifth floor. Perfect cleanliness and order everywhere. There were already vacations at PTU, I came in the morning with a cake, we drank tea in the kitchen and then listened to her music in the bedroom. I gathered with the spirit to embrace her, kiss her, well, and in general sweetly melted. Nadia smoked on a tiny balcony, looking at the clock, then in the yard, and from a certain time began to listen to my treep somehow dispersed, and smoked one by one. Then she interrupted me and told me that soon her father would come for lunch, and when she saw him in the yard, I would have to go out, get up on the fifth and go through the roof to another entrance. I shrugged my shoulders and agreed not to burn in front of my parents was not the first time.

And literally five or ten minutes later we hear the door to the apartment open, Nadia jumps in horror, makes me a sign of silence and jumps out into the corridor. I hear her talking to her father, he is not in the spirit, speaks to the elevated, asks what for lunch, by the voice it is clear that he has already dressed. With every word in the voice increasing aggression, Nadia answers with an apologizing voice, but the father is already shouting that the house is a mess, that a healthy cow rolls home instead of work, that the cow has only learned to argue with the father, and the cow's arms grow from the ass. And after another Nadine excuse, I already hear the selection mat and the sounds of strikes.

I jump out of the bedroom, go to the kitchen and see Nadia sitting on the floor near the door, trying to cover up with her hands, and on top of her hangs a bald man, one hand grabbed in her wrist, and the other methodically scratches her ribs, stomach, kidneys.

I caught my breath so much that I could only by force shout “Fuck!“And he struck the man with all the crowd, dropping him first on the table, and then on the floor. I myself am not large, a meter ninety and I have been preparing for the army for a year and a half, but I did not look at this shit. He was indeed all lively, muscular, strong and wide-armed, below me, but not much, let him stumble from my jump in the back - and I would be uncomfortable. And I, repeatedly going down the crowd on the crowd, furiously slandered this animal with his legs, not allowing him to get up, fucked his bald bush with his fists, he put under the table - I bluntly turned over the table, grabbed a strong wooden plate and nodded him on the back, while he tried to slip past me in the door, first with his legs in the back, as if he was trying to bring to the ground a hoodie, and then grabbed his legs and sat down on his head, scratching the baldness and fiercely wanting to break the skull.

I was already in the state that I wanted him to die, waiting for him to finally whisper and silence. But Nadia, who had taken me by the hand before, suddenly stumbled between the table and my father, facing me, and shouted long and hard: “Enough!”

I stopped, dropped the taburet, I was shaken so that I scratched my hands and pressed to my stomach to calm the shake. The speech came back to me, and I, speaking through the word, began to whisper that he was fucking, if he even touched Nadia with his finger, that I would find him with the boys at the construction site and beat him to death with bricks, or at the entrance with an armor. Nadia pressed her back into the hangover with her clothes and cried, covering her face with her hands. Standing up with one knee on my back and pressing Gandon’s head to the carpet in the hallway, I asked through my teeth: “Have you understood it?” Hearing a frightened and dark “yes” in response, he took Nadia’s hand and took her home.

At my house, she cried and said that it happened two or three times a week, that her mother knows everything, but she lives with another man and doesn’t want to take her to her. At four o’clock in a row, until I got tired and fell asleep, she told me stories, after each of which I had a desire to go back and get cold. I did not hesitate to ask if he harassed her, and she didn’t tell me anything like that, I don’t know if there was really something or not. But even then I heard so much that I was already crazy by a few words.

The next day we went to collect a suitcase with the necessary Hope women’s things. This finite thing was sitting in the kitchen and, when I saw it, stumbled into his room. I did not insist on communication, and there was no drop of fear and uncertainty - I seemed to have grown up with the armor of my own right, and looked at this creature like a cockroach.

Nadia lived with me for a week, we had nothing with her, I just saw how far away she was from the desire to be close to anyone. Then she moved to a friend, then her grandmother's girlfriend began to rent her room, Nadia was already working on the sewing of rescue vests. During this time she regularly went to her father, cleaned up and cooked. Then I went to the army.

I’ve never interfered with family fisting in my life again, and I remember this case in the slightest details, I even remember the color of the wallpaper in Nadine’s bedroom and what was on the table when I turned it over. Thank God I don’t think about it often. Since then, I have been firmly convinced that such haters must be mocked and swept, so that they have an animal fear of dying from another blow. There is no excuse for these fools. No need to be afraid of them, no matter how physically strong they are - they must be afraid, realizing that in the event of something - to fuck them will be a whimper. I don’t know, maybe there are some freezers who, in five minutes, will have nothing to do with them and they won’t learn the lesson – but at least once they have to be brutally freezed.

I hope that the girl who wrote the post I am responding to will never have to cross with her Gandalf father again. But if you still have to - a sister, take someone stronger with you, and let him cleanse this hatred with his feet. Happiness to you.