Kamil

Your little brother's boxing coach. Your brother is 9 years old. You and your sister take turns seeing him off and picking him up from boxing. In winter you only went into the hall once, but you didn’t see his face, only a funny low voice and confused letters. Kamil wasn’t Russian and spoke a little poorly. One evening in the winter in February, you and your sister went to pick up your brother. Your sister is 4 years younger than you. You are 17 now Kamil is about 22.21. There were a couple of guys standing with you on the street, he came out and cursed them, looked at the two of you.

It's already summer. For the first time, you stood almost face to face. The coach asked who came for David. He asked your brother. David: My sister came. Kamil came out onto the porch, I greeted him and said that I had come for my brother. Kamil looked at me and slowly went back inside, answering, "Okay. "

Some boy was biting your brother during training, his arms, legs, even his ears, and David couldn't beat up a small child. You followed him to training and arrived a little early. That boy went outside with his friend. you allowed him

-Yarik? Come here. he came up -Why are you biting my brother? Your parents don’t feed you? he: - they scold In short, you asked him not to do it anymore, but he said that he wouldn’t stop and hit you in the face with a glove, then threw stones at you. This was the last straw, you picked up this fat man in your arms and carried him into the hall. -Please, guess this child. the coach apologized and I felt awkward, but I immediately left So that later I would find out that this Yarik had a birthday. I was sitting on the porch when suddenly Coach Kamil came out He brought me a piece of cake and a glass of juice You politely declined, but he insisted that you take it, and then went to get a spoon. You sat there in a bit of a daze. He apologized for his student. What's the matter? Why such attention? Then Yarik's father called me inside. I went into the hall and there were 7 children there: the coach, mother, father, Yarik. After the cake we went home on our bikes.