Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bouncer in Dniprorudne is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I roll into work at this club on Shchorsa Street, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already feelin’ the vibes.
First off, I’m sippin’ my morning coffee, and boom! This dude stumbles in, lookin’ like he just got kicked outta a rock concert. Hair all over the place, shirt half-tucked. I’m like, “Bro, you good?” He just grins and says, “I’m ready to party!” I’m thinkin’, “Dude, it’s 10 AM!” But hey, it’s Dniprorudne, anything goes, right?
So, the day drags on. I’m chillin’ at the entrance, watchin’ the crowd. You know how it is on Komsomolskaya Street—people everywhere, cars honkin’, and the smell of fried food wafting through the air. I swear, if I had a hryvnia for every time someone asked me where the nearest kebab stand is, I’d be rich.
Then, around noon, this group of girls rolls up. They’re all giggles and glitter, and I’m like, “Alright, let’s see what you got.” One of ‘em, I think her name was Oksana, trips over her own feet. Classic! She falls right into the bushes. I’m tryin’ not to laugh, but c’mon! I help her up, and she’s like, “Thanks, big guy!” I’m just doin’ my job, ya know?
But then, things get wild. This guy, I swear he’s from the other side of town, starts causin’ a scene. He’s shoutin’ about how he’s the king of Dniprorudne. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in a club, not a throne room.” He gets all up in my face, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it. Time to show him who’s boss.”
I push him back, and he stumbles. He trips over a chair and lands right on the floor. The whole place goes silent. I’m just standin’ there, tryin’ to keep a straight face. Finally, he gets up, dusts himself off, and yells, “I’m still the king!” I can’t help it—I burst out laughin’.
Later, I take a break outside on the corner of Shevchenka Street. The sun’s settin’, and it’s actually kinda nice. I see the old factory in the distance, and it hits me—this place has its charm. Dniprorudne ain’t just a small town; it’s got heart.
But then, back to reality. I hear a commotion. Some guy’s tryin’ to sneak in without payin’. I’m like, “Nah, man, not today.” I grab him by the shoulder, and he’s all, “C’mon, bro, just let me in!” I’m like, “You think this is a charity?”
Finally, I kick him out, and he starts yellin’ about how he’ll get revenge. I’m just rollin’ my eyes. “Yeah, right, buddy. Good luck with that.”
As the night rolls in, the club fills up. The music’s pumpin’, and I’m feelin’ the energy. I see Oksana again, and she’s dancin’ like nobody’s watchin’. I can’t help but smile. This is what it’s all about, right?
But then, just when I think it’s smooth sailing, a fight breaks out. Two guys, both thinkin’ they’re tough. I rush in, and it’s chaos. I’m pushin’ one guy back, while the other’s swingin’ wildly. I’m dodgin’ punches like I’m in a movie. Finally, I get ‘em apart, and I’m like, “You two need to chill!”
By the end of the night, I’m exhausted. I step outside for some fresh air, and it hits me—Dniprorudne is wild, but it’s home. I love this crazy place, even with all the drama.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another day in the life of a bouncer in Dniprorudne. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!