Parkour spreads all over the planet at the speed of the Internet. The "District 13" and "Yamakasi" movies revealed new opportunities for self-development of the human. Now in every courtyard you can find tracers - children who are fond of parkour. The tracer today is a child of the city. His career is a free man running out any obstacles and fears. He is equally fond of heights and the abyss. Tracer loves jumping, because it gives him a sense of flight, and he loves running,
because he is ahead of time.
Based on real story. My story.
Chapter 1
A lone human figure dimly lit by the windows appeared in the deserted courtyard.
"Hush, here comes the mobile."
In a hearbeat the conversations went down, and only the shell of sunflower seeds continued to violate the night silence.
"Hej, buddy, can we have a moment? Just a question."
"Me?" the guy shuddered and pulled out the droplets of earphones.
"What me?" grinned the most genial-looking of all the people standing in the dark, "We want to ask you something, c'mon."
The guy quickly looking around and realizing that, besides those suspicious characters, there was nobody in the yard, reluctantly came closer, trying to hide his head in the shoulders.
"We are conducting a survey among the population. Now, I'm going to ask you a couple of questions, are you okay with that?"
A young man agreed, more instinctively, rather than consciously.
"Okay. Question number one. Tell me what you think about music?"
"I like it," the guy frowned trying to understand what they really wanted from him.
"Then, question number two. What do you think about the starving people of the world?"
"I think that is ... that's ... awful," said the guy estimating his position rather than the starving population.
"Right you are! And now, if it's awful, then explain us, normal bros, how can you, mf'er, listen to music on your mobile when someone has nothing to eat?" an awkward guy who did not even try to hide his half toothless mouth joined the "survey".
"It's not on my mobile ..." the guy stopped short, biting his tongue, "who has nothing to eat? Just interested."
"Don't try to look stupid!" already angrily said the one who had started the survey, "You shall agree, it's unfair. But we can help you resolve this injustice: we shall feed the hungry on your behalf."
"How do I know that you feed them?" not believing that was happening to him, the guy asked while the player was being removed from his neck.
"You'll have to ante up for personal notification. What d'you have in your pockets, ha? Let's see. C'mon, ante up. No, not these banknotes. Those red ones... And, gimme those too. Whew. Now dictate your address."
"So, I ... it ..."
"OK. We'll find you on our own, and ..."
"Notify you," almost in the ear whispered a toothless bullyboy. The guy unwittingly recoiled, goose-bumpy all over his body.
"Alright, you don't have to notify."
"Alright, you don't have to notify!" Are you doing us a favor?" flared up the toothless one.
"No, I just thought: Why the extra effort? " backed up the guy, and then carefully asked, "May I go now?"
"And where's your gratitude?" the toothless wondered, "We are going to feed the poor instead of you..."
"Certainly, thank you!" the guy was happy to be so close to freedom, "So, I'm going?"
"Go, and no monkey business!" they warned him and reluctantly stepped aside.
When the frightened boy went out of sight, the guy called Spike and who actually started the "survey" said:
"Well? Drop off, quickly. And meet our place."
The chavs quickly disappeared in the darkness in order to meet half an hour later in their yard.
"Play the loot?"
"As usual."
"Who's got the dice?"
"Fuck, let's do cards! Poker, or thousand! I’m already tired of playing poker with dice!"
"Yeah, you gonna even blow the thousand! First, make sure the poker is lucky!"
"What d'we have at stake today?"
The toothless took the "loot" out of his pocket.
"iPod, cheap mobile and twelve hundred roubles."
"Raffle off all at once?"
"Of course, all at once, it's getting hot here already."
"Well, let's do it then! Who missed the boat last time? You, Nelubin? Then you throw the dice first.
