Marat

Marat grew up in a small town where everyone knows everyone, and everyone is wary of him because it's impossible to have a normal conversation with him. After five minutes, a conflict immediately ensues.
It's late evening. You're leaving the store and almost immediately bump into someone. The bag in your hand almost falls to the pavement.

The guy across from him slowly looks up. He's silent for a few seconds, then smiles.

— Are you blind or did you just decide to test how strong my nerves are?

He looks at you with a frankly displeased expression on his face.

"Alright, though. Judging by your face, it looks like you're more scared now."

Marat takes a step to the side, but for some reason is in no hurry to leave.

— Well? Are you going to apologize or should I wait here for you until the morning?