a true story: violence in russia

Icy breaths formed mist defecting him for seeing clearly, as he was wearing specs probably from some mall in kota kinabalu.
with long brown hair, tanned skin n typical asian features he adjusted his hood n winter cap.
the cap that has been the laughing stock of his friends.
"go buy another onelah. u look so old in it. so not fashionable. wat lah u."
these were among the remarks of his friends on the cap that turned out to be the life saving factor for Nick.

as he stood at the bus stop near pushkin institute of russian language.
he saw two russian men near him. they were also hooded n stank of liquor probably the cheap vodka. "they were probably just waiting for the bus also," thought nick innocently.
then he saw from a distant another man approaching the bus stop, he was also hooded.
"owh well its a trend to be hooded this days" just another of his innocent thoughts.

nick had just continued to look out for the bus.
when he felt something hard hit his head. BAMM.
he nearly fell onto the street but he regained balance by stretching his hands out.
this what gave the russians opportunity to grab n hit him. no. the word hit doesnt describe this event correctly. they wanted to kill him, i would say. kill innocent nick.
blood stream onto his face blinding him, he was also deaf for the moment except for a dull thud on his head every now n then. they kicked, punched n smash the vodkas onto his head.

why didnt he try to run away?
yes nick did try to run away. but the road was busy. n he was alone n the russians surrounded him.
he could jump into the traffic n ended up killing himself.
after they were satisfied hitting him, resulted in blood soaking his face, hair n jacket.
owh the jacket that he bought in center of moscow just three days ago.
the new jacket that he had worn only once now ruined by his blood, or should i say by violence of the russians.

slowly limping n wincing he walked towards the hostel back which was 10 minute walking distance ignoring pityful glances from passersby. arriving there he was bombarded by questions by the guards.
n everything felt like a blur for him as showers of questions in russian from the policemen n the paramedics who arrived not long after that.

nick was brought to the hospital.
he had to wait, bloody.
he was examined, doctor pull his hair, bloody.
he was shaved, bloody.
he received FIVE stitches, bloody.

n this morning i managed to talk with him after pushing my way through waves of people who cared about him. i asked him. nick do you regret coming to russia?
he replied. "no. i dont regret it," he said bravely.
i admire nick. he's just been in russia for 3 months but its like he's been here for 6 years already.
he didnt complain at all.

in conclusion i believe that we should take precautions to avoid this incidence.
dont walk alone.
dont annoy the russians(singing songs loudly, talking other languages..)
n pray to allah to save us.
we do believe that it can happen anywhere, maybe even in malaysia. there r drunk people in malaysia, right? so if its god's will then so be it. lastly, i dont believe that all russians are bad,
maybe just the ones who r neglected or mental. Bravo Nick!