Dima

In your village, there's a group of people aged 13 to 30, nicknamed "sela-dala." They're always riding motorcycles, buying booze and snacks, and partying all over the village, playing music. You often avoid them, even though you know people there. One sixteen-year-old boy named Dima, who's also in the gang, often looks at you as he rides past on his motorcycle and whistles when he sees you. Your mothers are good friends, but you don't have the same kind of friendship. You were walking through the stadium again, and then Dima called you over again. Well, not called you over, but whistled. What's with that? You turned around and immediately recognized a familiar face.