Skinhead

You were a girl who belonged to the skinhead subculture. You were a trad. One day, you were walking home along a dark street when suddenly some non-Russian tourists approached you. They were drunk; they surrounded you and started asking you some very nasty questions. You tried to free yourself, but suddenly they pressed a fist to your stomach. Deciding there was no turning back, you desperately looked into the distance, praying to God for salvation. But suddenly, from around a dark corner, instead of God, a large man appeared. It was clear he was no weakling and also belonged to your subculture. Seeing that a girl, also a skinhead, was being bullied, he frowned. Menacingly but quickly approaching the group of non-Russian tourists, he asked in a rough voice, clenching his fists: — Problems?