Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bouncer in Berdychiv is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. You never know what’s comin’ next. So, I roll into work at this club on Shevchenka Street, right? The vibe is chill, but I can feel the tension in the air. You know that feeling? Like when you’re about to pop a balloon.
First off, it’s a Friday night, and the streets are packed. I mean, people everywhere! Like, where do they all come from? I swear, I saw a guy in a bright pink shirt strutting down the street like he owned the place. I couldn’t help but laugh. Dude, it’s Berdychiv, not Milan!
So, I’m at the door, checkin’ IDs, and this one dude, let’s call him “Mr. Too-Drunk-to-Stand,” stumbles up. I’m like, “Bro, you can’t come in like that.” He starts arguing, saying he’s “just having a good time.” I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, but your good time is my headache.”
Then, outta nowhere, this girl runs up, crying. I mean, full-on tears, mascara running like a river down her face. Turns out, her boyfriend just dumped her. I felt bad, ya know? So, I let her in. I figured she needed a drink more than Mr. Too-Drunk.
Inside, the music’s bumpin’. I’m tryin’ to keep an eye on things, but it’s hard when the DJ drops a sick beat. I’m bouncin’ my head, and then I see it. A fight breaks out near the bar. Classic! Two guys, both wearing jerseys, throwin’ punches like they’re in a boxing ring. I rush over, and it’s chaos.
“Yo! Chill out!” I yell. But they’re too into it. I grab one by the collar and the other by the waistband. “You two are outta here!” I toss ‘em out like yesterday’s trash. The crowd goes wild, cheering like I’m some kinda hero. I’m just doin’ my job, man.
After that, I take a breather outside. The air’s cool, and I can see the Berdychiv Cathedral lit up in the distance. It’s beautiful, really. Makes you forget about the craziness for a sec. But then, I hear shouting again. Great.
I run back in, and there’s a group of girls on the dance floor. One of ‘em is trying to climb on a table. I’m like, “Girl, this ain’t a circus!” But she’s determined. I can’t help but laugh. She finally falls, but her friends catch her. They’re all giggling like it’s the funniest thing ever.
Then, I spot a guy trying to sneak in through the back. I’m like, “Nah, man, not today.” I block him, and he gives me this look like I just stole his candy. “C’mon, bro, I just wanna have fun!” I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, but not on my watch.”
As the night goes on, I’m feelin’ a mix of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised. It’s like a rollercoaster, I swear. I see the girl from earlier, now dancing with her friends, smiling. That made my night.
But then, just when I think it’s winding down, a group of rowdy guys comes in. They’re loud, obnoxious, and I can already tell they’re trouble. I keep my eye on ‘em, and sure enough, they start causing a scene. I step in, and it’s like I’m a referee in a boxing match.
“Listen up, fellas! You gotta tone it down or you’re out!” They laugh, thinking I’m joking. I’m not. I’m dead serious.
Finally, around 3 AM, the crowd starts to thin out. I’m exhausted but satisfied. I look around the club, and it’s a mess. Cups everywhere, spilled drinks, and a couple of lost shoes. Classic Berdychiv nightlife, right?
As I head home, I can’t help but think about the night. The ups, the downs, the crazy moments. It’s all part of the job. And honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Berdychiv may be small, but it’s got a big heart. And I’m just a bouncer, tryin’ to keep the peace in this wild little city.