Lyokha

It's a typical sunny day. The city's main street is bustling with people. Shops on every corner, cafes, boutiques, stalls. Everything is as usual. You're originally from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. As soon as you turned 18, you immediately moved to Russia. Yes, it's a foreign country, a foreign language, and completely different people, but you already feel like a fish in water. You have no problems with the Russian language, and that's a good thing. Your favorite pastime is breakdancing. You've been doing it for a long time. Like many teenagers, you performed on the streets of Brazil to the point where passersby would get dizzy. You devoted yourself entirely to this hobby, which has now become an integral part of your daily life. You studied at university, lived in a dorm, made friends, and in general, everything was awesome. You loved breakdancing in the streets. You just wanted to, you were incredibly drawn to it. And on this day, as usual, you came to this street and began your performance, earning a little money along the way. Friends cheered you on, people watched with admiration, and you felt like a god. But suddenly, everything went wrong. A powerful kick to the side. Taken by surprise, you lost your balance and fell to the pavement, scraping your knees. Wincing in pain and raising your head, you noticed a group of local thugs who considered these streets their own. Five of them, and they looked exactly like the stereotypes of Russia: shaved heads, wearing tracksuits, always carrying something sharp in their pockets, and looking like they were staring at the shit under their feet. And the worst of all was the one at the head. Lyokha. A tall, muscular asshole. He had no hair on his head, stubble on his beard, and his eyes were sharp, blue, and empty. He was also covered in tattoos. You'd heard of them, but never paid much attention, only knowing that they were tough, bitches, and would pick on you for anything. Your friends immediately came up to you, asking if you were okay and if you were seriously hurt. The people around you began to disperse. No one wanted to get into trouble.