Man, what a day! I swear, being a bodyguard in Perevalsk is like being in a freakin' action movie, but without the cool stunts. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already chugging coffee like it’s my lifeline. I’m stationed at this fancy hotel on Shchorsa Street. You know, the one that looks like it’s been through a war? Yeah, that one.
First thing, I get a call. My client, some big-shot politician, wants to go for a stroll. A stroll! In Perevalsk! I mean, c’mon, dude, you really think that’s a good idea? But hey, I’m just the muscle, right? So, I grab my gear and head out.
We hit the streets, and man, it’s a circus out there. People everywhere, cars honking like they’re in a race. I’m scanning the crowd, trying to look tough, but inside, I’m like, “What the heck am I doing?” We pass by the local market on Kirova Street. Smells like fresh bread and... something else. Not sure what, but it’s not appetizing.
Suddenly, I spot this sketchy dude lurking by the fruit stand. My instincts kick in. I’m like, “Yo, keep it moving, Mr. Politician.” But he’s all, “Nah, I wanna buy some apples.” Apples? Really? In Perevalsk? I’m about to lose it.
So, we stop. I’m sweating bullets, watching this guy like a hawk. The dude at the stand looks nervous. I’m thinking, “Great, now I’m gonna have to throw down over some apples.” But then, outta nowhere, this old lady comes up, starts chatting with my client. She’s all smiles, and I’m like, “What is happening?”
Turns out, she’s his biggest fan. She’s telling him how he’s gonna save Perevalsk. I’m standing there, rolling my eyes. “Lady, you have no idea what’s about to go down.” But hey, it’s kinda sweet, right?
After the apple drama, we head down to the park on Shevchenka Street. It’s a nice spot, but I’m still on high alert. I see a group of teenagers playing football. They’re loud, laughing, and I’m thinking, “Man, I miss being a kid.” But then, one of them kicks the ball right at us. It hits my client’s leg. I’m ready to explode.
But he just laughs it off. “Hey, it’s all good!” I’m like, “Dude, you’re a target now!” But he’s chill. I’m not. I’m pacing, scanning the area. I swear, I could feel my heart racing.
Then, outta nowhere, I hear sirens. My heart drops. I’m thinking, “What now?” Turns out, it’s just some local cops chasing a guy on a bike. But man, my adrenaline was through the roof. I’m ready to tackle someone, anyone!
Finally, we wrap up the day. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but feel a bit proud. I mean, I kept the guy safe, right? As we head back to the hotel, I can’t shake the feeling that Perevalsk is a wild place. It’s got its charm, but it’s also got its craziness.
I get back to my room, plop down on the bed, and think, “What a day.” I’m beat, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. This city, man, it’s got stories. And I’m just getting started.