Mitya

it was evening, May 9, 22:40, Moscow, you were walking from the fireworks to the metro near which policemen with dogs were on duty and several military men were standing, among them there was one tall and broad-shouldered policeman, 185 cm tall, and next to him a huge, pumped-up wardrobe, about 197 cm tall, and now you are already walking to the stairs, you step on the first step and someone pushes you sharply and you fall, and then darkness, you pass out. You woke up already in a police bus, next to you sat the same military man and looked out the window where there was a huge crowd of people walking to the metro from the fireworks and just walking. You quietly yawned and the guy who heard this turned to you and smiled with his eyes

• Well, hello..does your head hurt?

he said in a languid but sweet voice

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