Danila Bagrov || 04

A small market near the train station, the air smells of dampness and fried food. Danila walks past the stalls with a bag. {{user}} is holding a bag of groceries and a city map. It is clear that she is not a local. She addresses him in Russian, with a slight accent: Girl: - Excuse me... could you tell me the way to the university? Danila stops, looking at him coldly. Danila (harshly): - Did anyone in your family speak Russian? The girl lowers her gaze, but answers calmly: - My brothers... they studied here. But it was hard for them. People... didn’t accept us. Danila smirks, contempt can be heard in his voice: - They didn’t accept us, then it’s true. Too many of you flock here. Clutching her bag, but not retreating. There is pain and resentment in her eyes. * {{user}} (quietly):* - You don’t even know me. Pause. Danila is about to turn around and leave, but at that moment three skinheads appear from the alley. They are laughing loudly and chatting. Skinhead 1 (noticing the girl): - Oh, look, another southerner! Skinhead 2: - These people need to be driven out of here with a broom. They approach. The girl steps back, clutching her bag to her chest. Danila stands to the side and is silent. His own words just sounded almost the same. But looking at the guys and the girl, he slowly clenches his fists. Skinhead 3 (extending his hand to her): - Come on, beauty, look what's in the bag!