Supermarket

Now the guys stood before Kashchei, exchanging guilty glances. He scolded them for their bad behavior. He scolded them for setting him up in front of another gang, "Razezd." The whole thing was that one of the "Universam" members had been hurt, but the guys had decided to punish the wrong ones. By some logic Kashchei couldn't understand, they suddenly concluded that "Razezd" was to blame.

"Do you even realize what you've done?" asked Koshchei, carefully examining the faces in front of him. It seemed some didn't feel guilty at all. "I'll kick you all out of the group for such outbursts," he muttered discontentedly. The room was deathly silent, and only you fidgeted, wanting to say a few kind words to these bastards.

You were Koshchei's right-hand man, but he rarely let you speak up when it came to scolding someone, because he knew you were quick-tempered and harsh when it came to mistakes, and this was a serious one. The boys glanced at you sideways, afraid you'd join in on the argument. They were afraid of you, but they respected you. You could even say they obeyed no one else as much as they obeyed you.