– What’s your name?
– Call me Seryoga.
– Ravil, fuck. (extends hand)
This is how two men became friends in Sterlitamak – first they fought, and then they met.
The athlete and his son were standing in line for a parcel at SDEK and noticed that the client was allegedly being rude to the employee. I couldn’t stand it and, out of emotion, began to explain “how to communicate.” As a result, a few words – and already a makhach. In the finale there were no police, no ambulance, no mutual claims. Only respect.
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