Life has changed drastically and changed all the priorities. Socialism with a human face ordered to live a long time and capitalism with an animal shard came in its place. The significance of the wushu fell sharply and were there against the crowbar, baseball bat, and sometimes even a bullet - a bare heel. New life dictates new priorities, new rules. Other values - other people's capitalist values - became fashionable in my country, and life itself became more and more a life not by law or conscience, but by concepts or for money.
I, like all normal people, never considered myself a stupid, short-sighted man, and therefore reasonably assumed that the bandits wouldn't give up so easily. They understand only more than they have physical strength... Or an order from above. Were they bandits, though? Private security. Both guards with weapons... What did they want from me? "They had a new Mercedes, why set him up?
Well, they don't look like ordinary "auto-facilitators". After all, they wanted to get to know me better. They had a task to test me, to provoke a conflict, to learn how I would behave in an extreme situation. Maybe they wanted to scare me? Did someone order me? After all, for these "brothers" I'm just a harmless "simpleton", unrequited. Someone in charge from above ordered to put pressure on me - no questions, no questions, no questions, we'll push, we'll divorce, we'll frighten. But everything did not go according to their prepared scenario. At first, of course, I behaved like a "simpleton", that is, I did not know what to do until I was not threatened.
Fear, the instinct for self-preservation was a strong thing. Only hunger is stronger, and love is even stronger... Yes, as long as I wasn't threatened, I was a slave, and when I was threatened, I became a slave. And I reacted only to a real threat. Oh, my head begins to think logically! "Brothers" didn't expect such a reaction... True, neither did I. As if they were shown a rabbit, told to make a chop out of it. For "brothers" it's a fancy thing. And the rabbit refused to be a chop and made a chop out of them. Well, full... It can't be like that, by definition. But it happened that way. Here the logic ended... Now we just had to wait for the developments. Bandits and people are a big difference. Bandits do not have human laws working.
When I was a kid, not very late in the evening, after the movie, I was coming home. I was a little over ten years old then, and thanks to my traveling parents, I lived in an industrial town in the north of our boundless homeland. To the house I had to pass no more than hundred meters: only to slip through an uninhabited, unpleasant wasteland, then a little bit more - and I am home.
But on the wasteland, I saw how adult uncles were fighting. I did not often have to find out about the relations with my peers, I was clever enough not to bring it to serious clashes. And here three adult uncles (these adults and it was a little more than twenty, but then for me, they were well very adults) did not beat the same as they, an adult in a childish way. It seems and what's the big deal here? A fight as a fight, an ordinary case of times of almost developed socialism. But the question was how was the beating.
These three surpassed their opponent in size, strength, and ability to fight. They quickly knocked him down with several simultaneous blows, mostly to the head, off his feet, and then continued to beat him lying down. And not at all in our way, not in Russian, because they don't beat the lying one in Russian. And they beat, and how!... Inhumanly! Including legs, and even on the head!... The lying man gave weak signs of life, but could not resist, and these beat and beat, and beat with obvious pleasure. It was amazingly unpleasant. Finally, they saw me, stopped with their event and somehow immediately disappeared quickly. Disappeared... I was even surprised. Then I understood. They were not afraid of what the boy, stunned by what he had seen, could do to them? They were afraid of the consequences that the boy might have caught up with them.
Probably my dumbfounded look told them that not everyone thinks it's okay for three people to kick one on the head. Or maybe they remembered Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment? I wouldn't stand by and wait for the banquet to continue with my participation. With fear, you can shout, run away quickly and call for help. And help in the form of other adults still existed at that time. And then the situation wouldn't have changed in their favor. There may have been other reasons, but these bad grown-up uncles ran away because of my appearance, like cockroaches hiding in their cracks. But that's not the main thing...
The main thing that remained in my childish head from this event at that moment is that people can be so inhumane. If these people are so inhumane, they are not people, but just animals, even worse than animals. And you can't treat them like normal people - it's more expensive for yourself, at least in such cases.
Continued in the next episode.