Flying across the planet while changing planes and there I met him in Saint-Petersburg.
I saw it was something wrong that drugstore on Sadowaya street, a mess inside and a bunch o' 90's looking mobs outside the place. Tall – strange combed men were acting weird as if they didn't knew what to do.
Bravely I stepped inside.
-Что Вы делаете? – was a shop mistress screaming at a figure, covered with a leather coat.
The floor was seeded by wood - cutted Chineese style soldiers, dragons and toy weapons colour of bronze. A man was trying to reach the staff-place, as if he was looking for something off the sale.
I understood that them caught the miscommunication gap and there would be a police in a minute. Including guys outside the place, it all could lead to a flammable madness.
-Let me show, – I stepped in – here are medecines sold, - said I.
-I'm looking for 'that' medecine, – emphasized the tall guy in a coat.
I looked deeply in his brown eyes, full of sadness and hidden wisdom and turned to a mistress.
-Мы закрыты, пусть этот человек уйдёт, – insisted her.
-Он здесь по нужде, ему плохо и Вы можете и должны ему помочь.
-Я ничего и никому не должна, посмотрите, он ворвался сюда со своей коробкой, рассыпал эти "игрушки" по полу и отказывается убрать.
-Пустите его за прилавок, он выберет, что ему надо и уйдёт, а люди снаружи – его охрана – заплатят и Вы спокойно пойдёте домой.
-Эти "братки"? Вы наверное шутите.
-Женщина, это представитель другой культуры – просто помогите ему и это поможет нам всем избежать международного скандала.
I stepped and brought her to the left with a shoulder to make a pass for a stranger.
Without any words he got my glance and moved inside. Soon he walked out with a brand new medical vape-sys and a shy smile on his face. He shook my hand and I saw a strange fire in his eyes.
I started quickly gather his belongings from the floor.
-I don't need this anymore. – said him.
-I got the sense, now. Throw it away or leave by your side, it's yours.
He stepped out of. One of the security's went in.
-Кто это был такой? – asked the mistress.
-Артист и певец. Сколько Вам нужно денег, чтобы Вы не рассказывали об этом происшествии никому? – asked him.
She said a summ for two bottles of seller's he drank and a vape.
Giving her twice the doubled amount a man gathered strange toys and threw me a round shape thing with two letters on it 'SD'. I opened it when he was walking out. Buds, as I knew them? Or what it was? Who was that guy? Now when I'm shifting planes trying to find my medecine I ponder, who was SD and what was he looking for on Sadowaya, that day I remember.
