Hearing that there would be dancing in the neighboring village (this is a great event for all the youth in the nearby villages), Lyuba suggested going with her. Firstly, that it’s not scary to come back at night, and secondly, that there was someone to dance with (after all, in the villages there are mostly only girls). Despite the fact that I still considered village dances boring and uninteresting, I agreed with pleasure. I was not just hoping, but I knew for sure that on the way back I would have great sex. After I broke my sweetheart Luba, she would catch any convenient moment to have sex and get maximum enjoyment.

Dancing began after ten o'clock in the evening, so they went out in the evening. Lyuba carried some kind of package, rather large in size. I looked at this package with displeasure, but did not say anything. Like something to bear, let him bear. Just chatting with each other about anything and everything, imperceptibly along the field roads came to the club.

There have already gathered quite a lot of people. All stood in pairs or groups. But there was very little steam. And so mostly some girls. Although among these motley companies, there was one group of three guys, different from the rest. They stood out sharply from the rest, and they kept, as it was isolated, and I would say with disdain and superiority over all.

I nodded my head in their direction, and Lyuba explained:
- This is a local bandyuki. It is better not to get involved with them. Disfigure, and even make you guilty of it. Do you know Olya from our village? She has a huge scar across the face. (I immediately remembered the girl who wanted a child).
- Yes, I know, I saw. Sorry girl.
“Do you know how she has this disfiguring scar?”
- I do not know.
- These are the scum left. A couple of years ago, they stuck to her, and she did not obey them, so they streamed her. They can not resist. If they fight, all three of them and very agreed.

That one of the big guy in a leather coat beats tightly (he is hidden under his leather coat). That's probably why he doesn’t take off a leather jacket even in such a roasting. The second one (the one that drinks beer) breaks the bottle and turns out like a weapon. And the third zamukhryshka constantly with Finn walks or figs he knows what knife. I can not find them. Father, the one in leather jacket, a great lump.

- Got it, Lub, tell about all
- Hee, do you have enough of me?
- Silly. I ask about everyone, not just about girls.
- You see, the light is worth a couple. That husband and wife from the next village. There are four girls, they are local, from this village. To the right of them, one girl is standing, this is Lida. My classmate. There ... (but I did not listen to her anymore. My eyes became attached to the lonely figure)

Lush, dark hair to the shoulders. Very beautiful angel face. Chic chest, ready to tear off the buttons on a snow-white blouse. Pleated mini skirt, opening slender, beautiful legs. She would stand on the podium, and not sit in a remote village.

And Lyuba kept telling everything. And then turned on the tape. First, separate couples, and then almost everyone began to dance. Right in front of the club in the light of a lantern hanging above the entrance. Although, in principle, and dancing it could be called a stretch. I considered that this is a village version, original and unique. At that time, Lyuba put her hands on my shoulders, I put my own ones on her waist and we started to portray something like tango. So it seems like three or four dances. Under any music danced, who in that much.

Suddenly the music was drowned out by a heart-rending female scream. All instantly stopped and turned toward the source. Screamed Lida. Outwardly, it seemed that she was standing quietly with her mouth half open. But the volume of her scream and high tone drowned out the volume of the music, as a passing locomotive drowns out the conversation.

This heart-rending cry continued and seemed like eternity. And next to it stood a troika of local "cool" and one of them was holding a rosette from a bottle. A glance was enough for me to understand what had happened. A couple of top buttons on the blouse were torn off and in her lapel, even in this half-light, there was a view of the gorgeous breasts.

I, without thinking, rushed to them. Lyuba tried to hold me by the hand. But her forces were clearly not equal. By the way, quite intuitively, my path was in the shadow of the building. No one saw how I was behind this trinity.
- Guys, you see, the girl does not want to communicate with you.
Everything that happened next took no more than one second. I found myself surrounded by this trinity. Before me was only a bloke in a leather jacket. And I managed to notice a flying chain that was supposed to be wrapped around my neck. I did not see the others, but I knew exactly what they were doing.

Hmm, it turned out to be even easier than in training. In a split second, I sat on the splits, being far below the zone of destruction, and put all my strength into one single blow. The bastards' eggs became soft-boiled (sorry, of course, but he will never have his children). I, without rising from the string, made a roll, and was again in the shade a few meters from them.
When Lida's screech was replaced by a furious roar of this trio, I was already on my feet. Coming out into the light, he took Lida by the hand and led him along. She as a zombie implicitly trudged behind me.

Everything turned out great. Nobody noticed me (except for Lyuba, of course) because all attention was riveted first to Lida, and then to the screaming scum, when I was not around them. Although it seems to me there was one yelling with a rose in the chest, the others could not breathe or fart. If I had not sat on the twine, then a knife would stick in my side, a rosette from the bottle in my chest, and my throat would be wrapped tightly. But I was not in the way of these movements. Therefore, the knife was stuck in the side with a rose and a rosette, and the rose knotted the “specialist” across the knives. The chain grabbed all three of them, like intimate friends, including their writhing leader writhing in pain.

Dancing was stopped. All three were dragged to the next room (first-aid station). From there they called an ambulance from the area. For some time everyone was discussing because of what these three had a fight with each other. Nobody paid Lida any attention to me, Luba and, standing quietly like a mouse. And Lyuba scolded me, choking with indignation.

“What the fuck are you doing to save her?” Nothing would happen to Lidka! Well, would fuck it! And you could kill!
- What are you boiling like a cold samovar. No one would kill me. This is for your untrained guys, they are "cool" and invincible. Everything was even easier than in training.
- At what training? You were unarmed.
- So what? Just a weapon to me and to anything. The question is different. I could not get stuck. If the cops get to the bottom of my practice of karate, they will forbid me to practice. And this is really very bad.

Here and Lida put in her word
- What is seditious here? You just walked up to me and took me away from these scum.
Anyone and I looked at each other and could not stop laughing. Indeed, people’s attention was really drawn to me only when I approached and stole Lida. Even if she did not notice me up to this point, then the rest, and even more so.

- So, friend. If the cops come to you, then you tell them the same thing, that Vitya came up and took you away after they had a fight with each other.
- Well yes. Is it not so? - Lida surprised looked at Luba.
“That's the only way,” we said in one voice with Anyone.
The music began to play again and the conversations began to subside, the dances continued. Anyone and I danced a couple of dances, while Lida stood and watched the dancers, leaning against the wall of the club.
- Vit, can you dance with Lida? I feel sorry for her.
- Of course.

When the dance ended, we approached Lida.
- Lida, go dance with Victor.
- Luba, but this is your boyfriend.
- You are a fool, Lidka. Yes, at the moment he is with me. But in a week he will leave for his province and remember the name.I suggest you just dance with him (if he doesn't mind) ..., - Lyuba somehow thought about it, and then betrayed, - and by the way, to hell with you, you can even have sex. I hope ...