Having had enough fuss and having decided that it is enough, "brothers" have finally switched to the person responsible for the celebration, then you are on me. Since the time was later, dark, there was no one in the vicinity of anybody else's or anyone else's, the skinheads were not shy about it. They started to explain to me very harshly in their ravenous tongue that I couldn't drive, that it was all my fault, and that I was "caught" at all. They were not interested in my opinion at all. And for nothing! Freud wasn't studied in his childhood.
The ultimatum drives you into a corner, and nothing depends on you. Total despair and it doesn't matter if you're right or wrong, but you already have to. And this is a discrepancy between our faith injustice, which was laid in us in the past, before perestroika life, life for the benefit of man, life for the benefit of man (and further on in the text). My head started to turn on, trying to analyze the situation. If I am wrong, then, of course, it is my fault. But if I am not to blame, it means I am right, and "brothers" are definitely wrong. Logic!
Little by little, I've moved away from what I've just experienced, and I've started to understand that something is wrong here, that it's a clean set-up. The skinheads wanted my "eight" to ram their Mercedes, but it turned out to be exactly the opposite: their Mercedes stretched its side over my "eight", and it was obvious that they were very dissatisfied with it, and that's what they did most of all. I should be guilty, but not them. Working from the ground up and working from scratch is very different from each other and requires different minds...
Their task was to get the maximum out of this situation. But I did not agree with such a one-sided gangster situation.
- Okay, man, you're in trouble. I got it on money. "Mercedes is an expensive car, not like your bucket. We'll have to pay for the repairs. You owe me a couple of grand, "bucks," of course. The family budget will not crack at the seams. Are you ready to pay now? - I started my monologue in a dialogue, that is, a conversation with me, one of the "brothers".
- A couple of pieces? And that's all? And right now? - I tried to have a dialogue after all. Pride, you know, demanded respect for myself. And two thousand U.S. dollars is my almost annual salary and not the worst at the time.
- Man, don't be silly. We've been drawing your number," he continued, explaining to me the brother, losing the last drops of his universal patience, "and we'll run it through the base, and where you'll go. Now we are not ready to pay - we understand that we are not people... However, for insurance, so that he wouldn't play hide-and-seek or something like that, you will have to take away your documents. The deadline is a week. We strongly advise you to do it. After a week there will be no money... - He looked at the second brother in silence - five tons of "bucks" plus a meter for each day of delay. All other options are not in your interest, otherwise... Otherwise, the problems will torment you. Do you understand?
- You guys don't confuse anything? - I started as a normal person to play in human understanding. - It seems that you tried to frame your praised German "bucket" under my Russian "people's car", but failed. It is not enough right to buy, we still need to be able to drive a car, so that you owe me. Well, I think five thousand Russian rubles will be enough for me. You'll have to paint the bumper at the G8 because your Mercedes scratched it a little bit.
- Man, you're insolent," said the second "brother," "you don't understand anything about life. We will teach!
One of them was standing right in front of me, the second one on the right, on the side. The first one tried to hit the one standing in front of me. The blow was almost invisible, straightforward, a blow that had been made for years, strong enough to knock me off my feet or at least knock my breath out. But... again the same situation as with the accident that had just happened. The reaction of my body was triggered by someone else's movement, and I immediately left the line of impact, turning my torso slightly, at the same time blocking and covering with my left hand his right hand and continuing the turn with a small step forward, immediately, without looking at it, flattened the nose of the first one with my right elbow. The second only had time to react: it started! Without turning around, standing with my back to him, I couldn't see it, only feeling it in space, I managed to flatten his nose... or jaw with my right foot behind my back. That's right, I couldn't tell right away: The "brother" fell down and was in no hurry to get up... I remember the coach always forbade to kick above the waist because a too long blow is visible to the enemy and he has time to counterattack. Unbelievable, but here everything worked. What can't you do with fear or because of human pride, if it's not okay?
It all happened in less than a second. Too soon it all worked out... None of the three of us were ready for what had just happened. The "brothers" had their own plan, but it completely failed. I didn't have any plan at all, I was just on my way to my favorite dacha in the evening after hard work. My work week was over and I, like all the other hardworking people like me, had two days of weekend ahead of me - the standard dacha business and a non-binding pastime. And as a result...
Continued in the next episode.