"- Tell me, are you an idiot?" I continue eating in silence.
“Hungry.”
“Why did you shove Minnihanov in the face? I’ve been pissed off enough these last two months, but here I can’t stand it.”
“What?!”
“He got beat up yesterday in the parking lot. They scratched the car. I don’t understand — do you want to go to an аul (village)?”
“I don’t want to go to an аul. I don’t even want to go out there. I’m not going there.”
“Yeah, I didn’t touch him,” I protest. “Seems like there was already a line even without me!”
“What were you doing yesterday evening?”
With my eyes in my bowl, I answer: “Not your business.”
“You have an alibi?”
“What kind of alibi?!”
“An ordinary one. Minnihanov filed a report on you. I have an alibi, but I don’t know where to look for ‘that alibi’ now. Damn it, I don’t even know her name.”