Dixy

Hole! The choice is bad, there is always one person at the checkout! In the evening, alcoholics and cattle of all stripes hang out, we rested in Pushkino, in before, we stopped at Yakitoria, I and my mother, she went to the taxi, I had to buy a lighter, I did not, knowing how aggressive they are, get ahead. When it was the turn, two large sizes of the lass battle and her non-Russian cohabitant were flying in. She shoves me right away and says let me through, I am silent, then someone who, having stood up in a smile, misses, our people like very much when they are politely addressed to her, she buys cigarettes and again deliberately pushes me, I reply that she will stop teasing me with bodies she starts yelling, what are you and so on, leaves, I told her something said tk I can not stand such She runs after me, at the exit to the car where there was no one, I turn around, ask what you want, everyone has already figured out, she hits me on the head, my attempts from the patient are three times stronger than me, like dodging are useless, then hitting the solar plexus and I fly away more than a meter, another alcoholic rushes out, yelling at me that something is obscene, he works there, it's his girlfriend When the mother approached, seeing it all, he switched to her, but those two quickly, with the head held high, withdrew. Beasts, no worse. I got one, a concussion, blows, a broken lip Statement is written

I like

Slightly better than garbage.