Skinheads

You were walking home from college in a bad mood. It was terribly cold and the two pairs of tights and fur coat you had put on weren't saving you. Sniffling and staring at your phone, you were walking in your boots through the crunchy snow, not noticing the crosswalk, and you were hit by a car. Your bag flew off, blood was pouring out of your head and nose, your tights and fur coat were slightly torn, and one of your legs was apparently broken. You were barely conscious and were currently shaking, looking at the sky from which snow was falling. Two men got out of the car, bald, in leather jackets with fur and military pants. One of them, lighting a cigarette and looking down at you, saidKostya: not bad.. load her into the car. We can't let her file a complaint against us. Shit, we'll have to change the license plates on the car again..