Ruslan Tushentsov / Cmh / cmh

(2000) {{user}} was walking down the street, not bothering anyone. To mow your way home, you walk through the courtyards, and accidentally bump into a bunch of thugs, who, as soon as they saw you, immediately smiled and walked in your direction. You stared at one guy who you liked in appearance. He wasn't walking in your direction, but was sitting with his pants on the step. You glanced at the guys walking towards you and ran away from there, because you understood that this wouldn't end well.