The story is similar to the Hollywood story, where good always triumphs over evil and triumphs at the end of the film for the joy of the audience, but today saw itself.
The day of VDV. A celebration about which horrors are told in the people: drunk landers swimming in the fountains, completely abnormal on their heads after hot spots, the perverted fates of the girls who fell on their way and rushed to protect the guys, in short, hide all around the houses, the landing is walking. Whether the rumors greatly exaggerate everything, whether I have still been lucky (although adventures usually follow me in groups), but even a witness to any incidents, not so that I was not a participant or even a victim in the meeting with the landers. So the situation.
In front of the entrance of the subway stands a group of wet, drunk, fun but peaceful heroes of the day. The time is very late, the subway is about to close, and the guys are going to continue the holiday in a more domestic setting - someone in the apartment (all the same vodka, plus snacks, plus ladies who adore brave guys). The people taste cold vodka, a table filled with plates and a beauty under the side. Everything is ruined by a comrade, who seems to think that before settling somewhere, it is just necessary to repair someone's face. Friends try to calm him somehow, but without much effect. Here this bullish saw the Victim: a classical botanist - in glasses, a small, dull (found where and when to walk, a fool). The rest did not have time to hold the friend, he rushed to the victim, like an eagle to a rabbit:
You look at me, how do you look at me? Do you know who I am?
Maybe it seemed, maybe the botanist really didn't look at him (for some reason not everyone likes drunk mat and spotted behavior), but the situation has become very unpleasant. The desanters are not going to clearly stop, the people are quietly removed, the mint is headed first to a secluded place (I understand it - of course, the oath, the honor of the uniform, but what can the insane curant of the Ministry of Internal Affairs do with a healthy health?
A whistleblower who is not mindful and dreams of breaking someone.
The botanist mentally says goodbye if not to life, then with glasses and whole and clean clothes. Suddenly there appears some man, low but strong:
- You would be quieter, but it would be better to go home, it is time to sleep.
Try to tear the hungry dog out a piece of meat. The desant reaction was the same (many decided not to put):
Where are you lying? I shed blood for you, shit, there is a blow.
Without looking at the defeated enemy, he turns back to the botanic in order to continue the conversation. He is neither alive nor dead, although he could have escaped. Meanwhile, the man for some reason did not take the posture of a turned cockroach and beg for mercy. On the contrary, he stood on his feet without any apparent problems and sadly looked at the soldier’s back. A hand fell on the shoulder of the lander. Just as sadly the man said:
It was for you, shit, I shed blood. And for him too.
The lander fell up his feet very even willing and did not rush to get up for some reason. And his opponent turned to his friends and added:
You should be careful, guys. This is (untransmitted contempt in
Take the voice.
Then he took off his broken coat. There is the same landing shape and a calf, but on the chest such an iconostasis... Which of the guys, maybe, and wanted to say something, but it is hard with the hollow jaw.
“I don’t like showers,” said the man and went to the subway.
This is a Russian fighter.