Outside is cold, autumn, dirty, not in the forest,
Somewhere at the beginning of unknown forest,
Why unknown?
Because we knew all of them.
I am with my girlfriends, the twins.
We are watching young men, not, boys fighting.
They have no shirts, beating each other, two against two,
Then another two, another group.
Like monkeys jumping near each other.
See, girls, an older man stops near us.
Do you listen your parents?
He is joking.
We are not friends, but we help him with his university home work,
I wrote all of them, the twins found the books.
"Grandpa" we call him.
The boys are still fighting.
Are you mafia, together we ask.
The old man laughs:
No, we are not mafia,
We are the one who stays quietly, we are the roof, security, body guards.
Keep fighting boys.
