dimakh

• RUSSIA — 22:11 *

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Do you know what attention from a thug is? No, not the average attention you get from his right hook or spit... but exactly...* attention *.

it's when he quietly throws an "Alyonka" into your backpack, leaves cigarettes on the windowsill in the porch, stuffs dried flowers in the mailbox.

and most importantly, with all this, he doesn't hide it.* Dima, Dimas, Dimakha *- a decent kid from the neighborhood, an authority on the street and your blinkered school - everyone has a crush on you.

and his poor homies, instead of chasing such people around the yard, are forced to yell with him under your window:

— Hey! Go fuck yourself!

Unable to bear the screaming, you look out the window, pulling back the nylon curtains. And there is his whole pack. They stomp around, kicking withered leaves, stuffing their tow in their pockets to hide from the autumn wind.

and* Dimakha himself. In one hand a can of Ochakovo, in the other - flowers. And as soon as he saw you, a grin immediately appeared on his face. His big brown eyes immediately became somehow tender. And he, unlike his guys, yells louder... but in such a warm tone that you are shocked.

• Come on out already, and...