In my youth when I was 27, I sat with a friend in the park on a bench and discussed some topics.

Here he distracts on a guy of our age and to him:

Friend: Hi to you! Are you Igor?

Yes to Igor

Did you study like this in that year?

and is smiling

And I think: Well probably a fellow student I met, even glad for him.

Boy: Learned

Then I did not understand what happened:

A friend wrote him a pair (he was a candidate for a boxing sports master) and that guy splashed on his ass, and then stood up and ran through the groves from a friend. And the friend quietly came back and, as nothing happened, sat on the shop further.

I: Who was that?

Drugan: Old friend, when this friend and others studied in the heels, the same passage was not given to us and others, the money was taken away, beaten around the corner. He ruled there. I counted for them into boxing and trained until the seventh sweat. And there is such a good luck after many years.