Man, what a day! I swear, being a bodyguard in Kegen is like being in a wild movie. You think you know what’s gonna happen? Nah, not here.
So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping. I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. I grab my coffee from that little joint on Abay Street. Best brew in town, no cap. I’m talking about that strong stuff that hits you like a freight train.
I’m on my way to meet my client, some big shot from Almaty. He’s in town for a conference at the Kegen Hotel. I’m thinking, “Easy peasy.” But then, boom! Traffic on Kegen’s main road is a nightmare. I’m stuck behind some old dude who’s driving like he’s in a retirement home. C’mon, man! Move it!
Finally, I get to the hotel, and it’s packed. Like, people everywhere. I’m scanning the crowd, looking for any sketchy characters. You know, the usual. I spot a couple of guys loitering near the entrance. My gut’s telling me something’s off.
So, I’m keeping an eye on them when my phone buzzes. It’s my client. He’s running late. Great. Just what I need. I’m pacing around, trying to look cool, but inside I’m like a pressure cooker.
Then, outta nowhere, I hear a loud crash. I whip around, and it’s a delivery truck that just smashed into a parked car on Kegen’s main square. People are freaking out, and I’m like, “This is not happening.” I rush over to check it out.
Turns out, the driver’s fine, but the car? Totaled. I’m trying to keep the crowd calm, but they’re all snapping pics like it’s some kinda reality show. I’m thinking, “Dude, this is real life, not TikTok!”
After that chaos, I finally spot my client. He’s strutting in like he owns the place. I’m rolling my eyes. “You’re late, man!” He just shrugs. Typical.
We head inside, and I’m still on high alert. The conference room is packed with people from all over. I’m scanning the crowd, and then I see that same sketchy duo from earlier. My heart’s racing. What are they doing here?
I nudge my client, “Yo, keep your head on a swivel.” He laughs it off. “You worry too much.” I’m like, “Yeah, well, that’s my job.”
As the conference kicks off, I’m trying to focus, but my mind’s racing. I can’t shake the feeling that something’s about to go down. And then it happens. One of those guys makes a move toward the stage. My instincts kick in.
I bolt up, ready to tackle him if I have to. But then, he just trips over a cable and faceplants right in front of everyone. The whole room bursts into laughter. I’m standing there, half ready to fight, half ready to laugh. What a clown!
After that, things calm down. My client’s doing his thing, and I’m just trying to keep it together. But then, I get a call. It’s my buddy from the police station. He’s like, “Dude, we’ve got reports of a disturbance on Kegen’s main street.”
I’m thinking, “Not again!” I tell my client I gotta step out for a sec. I rush over, and it’s a street brawl. Just a bunch of guys throwing punches. Classic Kegen, right? I jump in, trying to break it up.
Finally, I manage to separate them. I’m sweating, heart racing. I’m like, “What is wrong with people?” I’m just trying to do my job, and here I am playing referee.
By the time I get back to the hotel, I’m exhausted. My client’s wrapping up, and I’m just ready to crash. But then, he wants to hit up a local spot for dinner. I’m thinking, “Dude, I just saved your life like three times today!”
We end up at this little place on Kegen’s side street. The food’s amazing, though. I can’t even be mad. I’m chowing down on some plov, and it’s like heaven.
As the day wraps up, I’m reflecting on all the craziness. Kegen’s wild, man. It’s got its charm, but it can turn on you in a heartbeat. I’m just glad I made it through.
So yeah, that was my day. Just another Tuesday in Kegen. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.