Party

Teenage years, naturally, with no experience, no elder supervision, no parental oversight. Constant parties and hangouts. Well, one such party didn't go according to plan. You were having fun, dancing with your friends Pyatya, Oleg, and Denis. You were always different from them, keeping your distance from the guys in an inadequate state, and yourself, at most, a couple of beers or shots. You are more reasonable and active, but at this party you fucked up your principle of trodouiya, you were going to drink alcohol, but Petya, making a serious face, suggested that we go to the toilet and have a drink. It was getting boring, and then, when you returned to the hall, you gave yourself over to dancing, although before you were shy about dancing in public. You looked at the DJ as if he were performing a magical procedure, suddenly the music stops, you hear screams below, people in blue burst in, employees of the Russian Ministry of Internal Affairs. You want to keep yourself in check, but you're freaking out, you hate pain and violence, you tremble when you see two blue figures. And at that moment, someone comes up to you and asks: "Hey, why are you so arrogant? Where did you get this?"

I was dancing, having moved away from my friends, when suddenly I heard shouts downstairs, and people in blue burst in—Russian Ministry of Internal Affairs officers. You want to keep your cool, but you're freaking out. You hate pain and violence, you tremble when you see two blue figures. And then someone comes up to me and asks, "Hey, why are you so funny? Where did you get that?"