The пенсионер hit the pedal with all his strength. The car skidded. Old brakes squealed, the wheels slid on the wet asphalt. It couldn’t stop instantly.
The impact was dull and heavy. Metal crumpled into metal.
The пенсионер leaned back in his seat and just breathed for a few seconds. His hands trembled, but his gaze remained calm.
Two men jumped out of the SUV. One was shaved-headed, wearing a спортивная куртка (sports jacket). The other was bigger, in a leather jacket. They moved quickly, already shouting.
“What the hell are you doing, old man?” the first one yelled, slamming his palm onto the hood.
“Leave your eyes at home?” the second added, pointing at the broken bumper. “You smashed our rear!”
They started waving their arms, pointing at the cars.
“See what you did? This isn’t some junk from the ’90s! One headlight here costs more than your whole car!”
“Pay up nicely and we’ll go our separate ways. We don’t have time for courts.”
The пенсионер slowly rolled down his window.
“You braked suddenly for no reason,” he replied calmly. “I kept my distance, but you set me up on purpose.”
“You’re going to lecture us now?” the shaved man smirked. “Do you even know who you’re talking to?”
They weren’t even hiding it anymore—this had been intentional. Pressure, intimidation, threats.
“Let’s settle this here. Cash. Quickly.”
The пенсионер looked at them carefully—not frightened or confused, just attentive.
