Mountains... Village... Monsters

Actually, the flight lasted nine hours. After getting off the plane, the guys went to the airport to order a taxi, when suddenly... - John sl... - the journalist did not have time to finish, as he was knocked down by a breathless guy, snatched the phone out of his hands, took out almost all the money from his pocket, took out a credit card and ran to the airport. It all happened suddenly, which is why John stood at a loss for two seconds and then ran after the thief, leaving Lynch with an injury. Which was not serious, but you need to go to the medical center. Getting up, Lynch hobbled to the bench and began to remember what that kid looked like. A grey hoodie with a mask and hood, light jeans and white sneakers. Well, who didn't understand the sneakers. There was a black backpack on his back. His hair was dark. And the eyes were not visible, because of the hood. market.yandex.ru After a couple of tense minutes, John came running. - this bastard is so fast. I didn't catch up. - the out-of-breath writer said with annoyance and anger. - let's go to the airport, and then we'll figure it out. Lynch abruptly stood up and sat down on his good leg from the pain in the other. - what are you doing, well, he couldn't have pushed you like that, he couldn't physically. - but you did, didn't you? - Well, yes. Four-eyes agreed. - Can you help me? - you can handle it yourself, you've been running around with a shot in the leg. And there's nothing here, maximum stretching. Johnny croaked. You'll figure it out later if you haven't figured it out yet. Lynch was completely blown away by such arrogance. - John, aren't you crazy?! I can barely walk, and you're strutting around like you're the coolest. - Yes, okay, okay, I was joking. Come on, let me help you up. - the writer took his friend's hand and helped him stand up, and then offered his shoulder so that the journalist could use it as a support. So they reached or hobbled to the first-aid post, which was on the ground floor, not far from the exit. The thief guy was caught where people were picking up their luggage and things were returned to the owner. As it turned out, he robbed not only Lynch, but also other people. After putting his wounded friend on the cot, John sat down next to him and smiled in a friendly way, thereby supporting his best friend. The doctor asked the writer to stand up, and Lynch to lie down and roll up his pant leg just above the knee. After examining the leg, the knee of which was severely swollen, the doctor diagnosed a sprain. - John, you croaked. - Ah.. So I didn't want to! - no one wanted to do that! - and what's going on... - although you didn't want to go to the case, did you? - well, yes.. Wait, what?! - haha - Lynch, damn it! - what? Understand... Heck! - the journalist shushed when he stepped on his foot again, forgetting about the injury. The time is 21:48 From that moment on, John didn't say a word on the way to the very city that was at the foot of the right mountain. Lynch was recording eyeliner on camera. The camera was already recording everything that was happening, so don't tell me here that I forgot about the recordings again. The guys entered the border of the city of Yanon. It didn't even look like a city, it looked more like a settlement, with its own laws, traditions, and customs. Lynch got acquainted with one of the customs already on the street... - Lynch, I have a bad feeling. - there is such a thing. Although everything seems to be fine. We'll spend the night here and tomorrow we'll climb the mountain. - whatever you say, but I'll be more careful. The friends entered the hostel and approached the reception desk. A man in a red shirt and a suit with a white bow tie came out to them. Her blond hair was styled, and her brown eyes were looking at John expectantly. - I'm listening to you. - the guy will take the room. The writer pointed at his friend with slight surprise. - the number? The receptionist became rude and now turned his disapproving gaze on the journalist. - yes, with two beds and preferably a desk. For the night. - 31st - How much is it for me? - for you personally, the price increase is $ 75 per night, and for your friend for $ 20. For two. - excuse me, maybe you got something wrong? - Oh, what a polite one you found, either pay or get out! And this guy can spend the night. - what have I already done? Lynch asks with a note of shock. - we don't respect people like you. - will it go cashless? John joined in the conversation. - no. "then you'll have to pay, Lynch. I only have a map. John said with a quiet grin to his slightly shocked friend. — Okay. - handing over a hundred, the journalist said. - the change is $ 5, and the administrator crumpled and pulled out a bill worth 5 dollars to the brunette at his feet. He silently raised his contemptuous gaze at the "offender" and went to the room. He turned off the camera and sat down on the bed. Time 01:57 John sleeps like a log on HIS bed. And Lynch is reading the laws of the city on his phone. Rather, he has already read the history of the city, but he has not read the laws, traditions and customs. When he started reading, there was nothing surprising. But flipping through the tape a little lower... - what? Humiliation for appearance? In the article: Girls and women: Girls with hair shorter than shoulder blades are humiliated, because of the incorrectness of the girl's appearance, and if a woman wears trousers, jeans, shorts, it is also unacceptable for citizens. Men and boys: Men with hair longer than their necks will pick up their teeth from the ground. Dark-haired guys will be humiliated. It is forbidden to wear a headdress, exclusively for men. Glasses, elastic bands, hairpins, bandages are also unacceptable to wear on your head. Glasses are only for visually impaired people. - What the hell?! Oh, John's asleep. Are these such customs and traditions? Then, shocked, he went to bed at 03:32 a.m.