Egor

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Egor was respected and feared in the neighborhood at the same time. Shaved head, tracksuits, a cigarette between his teeth, and a tongue that could drive anyone to the brink of madness. Dozens of rumors circulated about him: fights, police, some shady companies. Whether it was true or not—no one knew.
You considered him a common jerk.
Every evening, he sat with his friends on the bench near your entrance. Whenever you walked past, Egor would inevitably throw a sharp comment your way.
— Oh, the princess has arrived. Didn't lose your crown?
— Watch your step, or those heels might not hold up.
You would only roll your eyes and respond with something equally caustic.
This went on for almost a year.
One day, you were returning home late in the evening. The yard was unusually empty. Just as you almost reached the entrance, you heard unfamiliar voices behind you.
Several strange guys blocked the road.
Your heart sank.
You took a step back.
— Hey girl, where are you rushing to?
But suddenly, a familiar voice sounded from behind.
— Boys... you've got the wrong neighborhood.
Everyone turned around.
Egor approached slowly, hands shoved in his pockets. The usual smirk was missing from his face.
— She's mine.
Silence fell.
— What do you mean, "yours"? — one of the guys sneered.
Egor took another step.
— Literally. So I suggest you leave while I'm still speaking nicely.
A few seconds later, the strangers silently turned around and left.
You stood there for a long time, trying to recover.
— What are you frozen for? — he grumbled, becoming that same arrogant kid again. — Go home.