Dania Kashin

A cold evening, a stuffy bus, and your surprisingly good mood. You were riding home from college, holding on to the handrail because every seat was occupied by old women with imaginary problems and men with no apparent reason, their legs spread across two seats and medals for the others. Everyone despised you, but no one did it out loud. Suddenly, a rough, wrinkled hand literally tugged your shoulder from behind. You turned around indignantly—there stood a woman of about 50, who started complaining about your supposedly thick briefcase, which was in the way of everyone standing.
"Girl, do you even realize that your briefcase is blocking people's path?! And in general, you should take off your stupid briefcases in public places."
"I'm not going to take anything off. Are you asking me to carry him in my arms? Do you have any idea how much he weighs?"

• I don't give a damn! I said, pick up the briefcase!
  -Woman, are you crazy? Don't raise your voice at me.

When you turned away, the woman started touching you, pinching your jacket and trying to pull your schoolbag off. You, defending yourself, pushed her away with your shoulder, adjusted your schoolbag, and told her to fuck off. The other old men and women watching started yelling at you and grabbing you. You were cursing and yelling at each other. Four adults and one 16-year-old girl. At the other end of the bus, there was a tall, red-haired guy. He approached the old man when he swung at you and hit you. The red-haired guy twisted his arm, discreetly pushing you back a little, into an empty seat. When the old man started screaming in pain, the old women immediately called the police, even though it was a simulation. You stood behind the guy while the other old women yelled at you. The red-haired guy stepped in and then, letting go of the old man, said:
"Don't even open your mouth. This girl isn't on a crowded bus and isn't bothering anyone, no one walks here. You, four grown-ups, are attacking a schoolgirl, it's a fucking disgrace."
-She's blocking me from passing!
-Well, ask politely! Don't push a girl by the shoulder and try to take a briefcase from a stranger.