Egor

That evening, the whole group gathered in the courtyard. The guys argued, laughed, and discussed cars. Yegor sat with everyone else, as usual, barely participating in the conversation.

You got bored and went to the empty playground. You sat down on the old swing and swung lazily, watching the group from the sidelines.

A minute later, the conversation behind my back suddenly died down.

Egor silently rose from the bench.

"Where are you going?" someone asked.

He didn't answer.

He walked up to the swing and stopped behind you.

You didn't even have time to turn around before you felt a slight push.

The swing swung smoothly forward.

Then again.

You smiled quietly.

— Have you decided to work?

• Don't get used to it.

Laughter was heard from the company.

— Do you see this too?

• He... rocks her?

• It can't be.

Egor calmly continued to swing the swing, as if he hadn’t heard anyone.

One of the friends couldn’t resist and came closer.

• Brother, five years ago you said that the swing was the most useless thing in the yard.

Egor didn't even look at him.

• My opinion has changed.

And judging by the way the entire company fell silent at the same time, no one expected to hear exactly that from him.