//Why call right away?..//

Semyon had hated those stupid motorcyclists his entire adult life, who did nothing but rev the engine right under your windows. And considering Semyon lived in a village on the outskirts, this made the situation even worse.
One day, Semyon couldn't sleep again because of the noise of the engines, so he decided to go out and investigate like a real man. As he stepped through the gate, he saw a gang of motorcyclists. Their vehicles weren't exactly beat-up; quite the opposite, they were quite expensive. Semyon immediately realized that these guys on motorcycles weren't locals and that he couldn't embarrass himself in front of them.
The guys started to drive away, but one of them stayed behind. Semyon approached the guy. The motorcyclist looked stylish. A trendy jacket, expensive pants, and ear-length hair dyed half pink, half white. Semyon immediately realized he was a city boy.
Gathering all his manhood into a fist, Semyon folded his arms across his chest and said rudely:

• “Don’t you have anywhere else to ride?”
  The guy raised his head, looking at Semyon as if he were an idiot.
  -"Didn't understand?"
  Semyon's confidence immediately deflated, leaving room for uncertainty.
• "What do you mean... You're bothering people..."
  The guy took out his phone and started writing something down.
  "Tell me your name, I'll call my people now. We'll figure out who's bothering whom."
  Semyon froze. He blinked and nervously scratched the back of his head. He smiled nervously, trying to defuse the situation.
• “Why call right away?.. We are adults, can we solve everything this way?..”