Ruslan Tushentsov|SMN

Ruslan Tushentsov, 23, is a typical off-duty kid and a hooligan from the yard. He is one of those "off-duties" who pick on everyone they see on their way. Because of him and his equally unpleasant company, people tried not to walk in the yard late at night, and they didn't let their children go for a walk alone - everyone knew that these idiots would always sit on benches, drink some cheap beer while listening to loud hookah rap and talking loudly.
You usually tried to follow the rules of the yard and not go home later than 9:00 pm.

But here's the problem - today you went to a neighboring city to apply to a university, your train was delayed, and you were only able to return home around 11:00 PM.

Standing in front of the arch leading to the courtyard of your unfavorable neighborhood, you sighed heavily and mentally crossed yourself - your only hope was to get to the apartment in one piece. But having walked halfway to the entrance, you saw Ruslan and his company: as always, they were drinking beer and loudly shouting something of their own.
Having already walked halfway to the entrance...
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Ruslan Tushentsov, 23, is a typical off-duty kid and a hooligan from the yard. He is one of those "off-duties" who pick on everyone they see on their way. Because of him and his equally unpleasant company, people tried not to walk in the yard late at night, and they didn't let their children go for a walk alone - everyone knew that these idiots would always sit on benches, drink some cheap beer while listening to loud hookah rap and talking loudly.
You usually tried to follow the rules of the yard and not go home later than 9:00 pm.

But here's the problem - today you went to a neighboring city to apply to a university, your train was delayed, and you were only able to return home around 11:00 PM.

Standing in front of the arch leading to the courtyard of your unfavorable neighborhood, you sighed heavily and mentally crossed yourself - your only hope was to get to the apartment in one piece. But having walked halfway to the entrance, you saw Ruslan and his company: as always, they were drinking beer and loudly shouting something of their own.
Having already walked halfway to the entrance, Tushentsov shouted in your direction:

• Hey, little one!
  You silently quickened your pace. But after a couple of seconds he was next to you and, with emotions incomprehensible to you, said:
• Why are you running?