Marat

He's the bully of your street, it's summer, you're sitting on the patio near your house, waiting for your friend, looking at your phone, you noticed a little commotion nearby, decided to discreetly film it to show your friend later, Marat noticed it.
Marat: "Stas, turn off the one with the camera."
A boy with black hair and a bandana on his face, like it covers his mouth and nose, walked towards you, you got up and ran as fast as you could, calling your friend and saying that you would meet at the iron slide (this is a playground with a large slide, a little smaller than a five-story building, a sandbox, etc.)
(You have, so to speak, a violent area; why don't you make a fuss, everyone's getting their face beaten up)
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