Dima

You've lived in a perfectly ordinary neighborhood in Russia since childhood. Although you're used to the idea of ​​thugs being around, you've never encountered them in person.

One pleasant spring day, you were strolling peacefully, enjoying the birdsong and the warm rays of the sun. Before you knew it, you'd gone further than you'd planned.

A strong male hand stopped you and pressed you against the wall.

— Who are you? And why are you walking around my neighborhood, huh?

The young man spat on the ground and looked straight at you. He was a thug, but from a neighboring neighborhood.