the fight

= Day 30 =

I started thinking about staying in Sochi for a while. Leila, the realtor I went with yesterday and today to look at apartments, offered me her room in the dormitory until I find something better, while she leaves Sochi for a few days on business. In the evening, after buying some food for dinner, I went to check in. I was met by Vera – the floor supervisor. A woman not young, living here with her husband and two daughters. I had just started dinner when a drunk neighbor knocked on my door. He started asking me to call his wife from my phone, who, as he says, should have been home long ago. I had no desire to talk to him for long, and I sent him back to his room, asking him not to come here again. And I continued my interrupted dinner. My adventures with him didn't end there. Rather, it was only the beginning. While I was sorting out some matters in Vera's room, we heard shouts coming from the hallway. It was my neighbor, who had finally waited for his wife to come home. He was screaming at her like a stuck pig, as if his ass was being fried with an iron at that moment. The conflict moved into their room. I went to see what was going on there and asked him to calm down, looking him in the eyes. I admit, I've never learned how to deal with drunk people in my life. For some reason, they start perceiving every word I say as aggression. Maybe I need to speak more gently? He walked up to his wife, started saying something to her, she began putting him to bed, and he landed a blow to her jaw. She, of course, is just as much of a complete psycho as this guy. No surprise they're a couple. )) I decided to redirect the conflict onto myself, somehow I had to calm them down, I thought. And just as I started approaching him, he throws a straight kick. I dodged, stepping to the left, he missed. At that moment I needed to act faster, start working him from behind on the kidneys, the opportunity was good. But for some reason I gave him a second, and he used it – grabbed a stool and hit me with it from a spin. It happened fast, but I instinctively blocked with a parry, the blow glanced off. After that I landed a clean one-two on his head, smashing his nose. And I pulled him into a clinch, starting to work his body with knees and elbows. I hit hard, and he held up pretty tough. We were separated by the guys from other rooms who had arrived by then. The neighbor seemed to calm down, the man who broke us up spoke to him gently, and everything settled down. I noticed my shorts were covered in blood. Where's the blood from? I looked at my finger, saw a big gash. Where could it have come from? Probably from the stool. Blood was streaming – he cut me good. We went to Vera's room, she treated the wound with hydrogen peroxide. I washed my shorts and went to my room. Had some tea and got to work making runes…