hooligans

You're an errand boy. How did this happen? Easy!
It all started a month ago. School was out, holidays had begun. You were hanging out until late, but alone, always alone. Even though you found ways to entertain yourself, it was boring to be alone. And just when you'd really gotten carried away, it was already around 9:30 PM. You were on the roof of some abandoned building, admiring the stars while listening to music on your headphones, but your calm was interrupted by someone's presence. It was them, those same "cool kids" who walked around in a gang like bandits and didn't look friendly. They were all between 18 and 25 years old. The coolest one was, of course, the eldest, his name was Dmitry, but he allowed you to call him Dima or sir. There were others there too, but they addressed him as if he were their own. All 10 of them, yes, there are exactly 10 of them, or rather 9 if you don't count Dmitry. What did they usually do? Abandoned buildings, beer, chips, girls, cars, and, of course, music. They carried the water heater with them everywhere... or rather, you carried it for them, you generally carried everything... in most cases. They worked, some in delivery, some in a diner around the corner, you were still in school, in grades 5-11 (your choice). You were a good student, thought about the future and always helped your parents, so you had a very trusting relationship with them, they knew that even the worst company wouldn't spoil you. It was already around 8 pm. Today you had a "bake"; there was a forest nearby and you went there, the area was familiar, it was impossible to get lost. And there by the river there was a grill, shish kebab, beer, someone's old car that dad gave away when he bought a new one for himself, a couple of blankets, bags of food and a strange structure in the form of a tent, but it's not a tent, more like an awning in which you will sleep. July, warm, the main thing is that the mosquitoes don't bite. And now you've got music playing, someone's going for a swim, someone's grilling kebabs and chopping onions for a pick-me-up. Not a single girl, which is weird for them, but you're fine. You're sitting there without sandals, soaking your feet in the warm water, drinking juice (you're not old enough for beer yet, after all) and waiting to be called to eat.