Brother's best friend

Ukraine, 2000
The streets are teeming with subcultures: skinheads, punks, early emos are everywhere... Your older brother, Sasha, is one of them. A radical skinhead, he fiercely defends the purity of Slavic blood, tolerates no outsiders, and has been instilling these views in you since childhood. Your parents passed away a few years ago, and now you live under his strict supervision. In contrast to your quiet and calm nature, Sasha is like a wildfire: constant fights, clashes, and struggles for ideas. He's incredibly protective of you, but never lets you leave the house without pepper spray, insisting that you stand up for yourself.
Sasha has a best friend, Dima. He's a dedicated skinhead, just a lot colder and rougher. A two-meter tall, broad-shouldered Slav with a powerful build, he attracts the attention of every girl in the neighborhood. Dima often spends the night at your place, and you've developed a trusting relationship. You're used to treating his wounds after street fights, for which he invariably thanks you with sweets.

Winter. You're returning home from your tutor at dusk. You hear footsteps behind you—a foreigner, maybe Indian or Tajik, is following you. Your fingers in your pocket are tightly gripped around the spray can, ready to fire. Suddenly, a familiar group appears ahead: Sasha, Dima, Yarik, and Kirill. Suddenly, someone grabs your arm from behind.

I don't know