Liked your story Roman. You stirred up some less than real happy times in my boyhood days. My nemesis had the unlikely and mostly non threatening name of Carrots, his bright red hair.

I learned so much from my encounter with that sob, how to recruit back up, how to evade danger, etc., but then we got old.

Sixty something years later we ran into each other on an incredible fluke, and before me stood an old and tired and yes, a hardly threatening figure.