Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bouncer in Petrove is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll into work at this club on Shevchenka Street, right? It’s a Friday night, and you know what that means—chaos.
First off, the weather was all over the place. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring. Like, come on, Mother Nature, pick a vibe! I’m standing there at the door, soaked, and this dude comes up, all decked out in a suit. I’m thinkin’, “Who wears a suit to a club?” But whatever, right?
So, I’m checking IDs, and this girl, I swear, she’s like 16 or somethin’. She’s tryin’ to sweet-talk me, like, “C’mon, I’m just here to have fun!” Nah, girl, not on my watch. I’m not gettin’ fired for some underage party animal. I send her packing, and she storms off, cursing me out. I just laugh. Like, good luck with that attitude in life, ya know?
Then, outta nowhere, this guy stumbles up. I mean, he’s wobbling like a baby deer. He’s got a bottle in his hand, and I’m like, “Dude, you can’t bring that in here.” He looks at me, dead serious, and says, “But it’s my emotional support vodka!” I almost lost it. I told him, “Bro, you can support your emotions outside.”
Around 10 PM, the place starts filling up. The bass is thumping, and I can feel the energy. People are dancing, laughing, and I’m just trying to keep the peace. But then, I spot a fight brewing near the bar on Haharina Street. Two guys, both way too drunk, shoving each other. I rush over, and it’s like a scene from a bad action movie.
I grab one dude by the collar, and he’s all, “I didn’t do anything!” I’m like, “Yeah, right! You’re about to do a lot if you don’t chill.” I push him out the door, and he’s yelling about how he’s gonna call his mom. Like, really? You’re gonna call your mom?
After that, I take a breather outside. The air is fresh, and I can see the lights of Petrove shining. It’s a beautiful city, even with all the craziness. I think about how I grew up here, running around the streets, causing trouble myself. Ah, memories.
Then, this group of girls comes up, and they’re all giggles and sparkles. One of them, she’s got this wild hair, and she’s like, “Can we take a selfie with you?” I’m like, “Sure, but only if you promise not to post it!” They laugh, and I can’t help but smile. It’s moments like this that make the job worth it.
But then, just when I think it’s calming down, I hear a loud crash. I rush back inside, and some dude has knocked over a table. Drinks everywhere! I’m ready to lose it. I’m like, “What is wrong with you people?”
Finally, around 2 AM, things start winding down. I’m exhausted, but there’s this sense of satisfaction. I helped keep the peace, and I survived another night in Petrove. As I lock up, I look around at the empty streets. It’s quiet now, but I know tomorrow will be just as wild.
I head home, thinking about how crazy life is. Petrove, with all its quirks and characters, is my home. And even on the toughest days, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.