wildparkour

In the courtyard  a lone human figure was walking, dimly lit by the windows.
- Quiet, here goes the mobile.
The conversation went still, and only the sunflower seeds continued to violate the night silence.
- Oy, buddy, can I talk to you? Just a question.
 

When it finally got dark outside, Sviridov dropped all the attempts to actually hint Meshkov to go home. It was the time to tell him straight –

-         We haven’t had any loot today. Any ideas where we can get some cash?

-         Spike, you’re the smart ass. Think of something!

Spike, happy to receive some respect and attention, condescendingly smiled at them: he knew what to suggest, and he was always thinking about it, to surprise his comrades in such quiet moments, and save them from the lack of money with his quick wit.

It is always like that – when you’re waiting for something time is very slow, when you get a hobby it starts running very very fast like there is less of it, like there is not enough of it. Meshkov was not waiting. He was just living in his day – after school he went into the park to practice parkour, then he went climbing, then he was doing his homework and was getting ready for his exams. So Nikita didn’t notice one month of intensive training in parkour and climbing pass by. His climbing experience helped him with more and more new elements of parkour. Everything went fine, Nikita was happy, and it is widely known that happy people attract attention.

-Nikita, go wash your hands and get down to table now.

-         People I have a problem
 

-         What are we doing today?

-         Today where working on sliding on the vertical ladder – ladder grid.  We are going to hold the sides of the ladder with our legs and arms and slide down.

When the boys got to the house they needed, and came to the fire ladder, they looked at it carefully and understood that they cannot work on the ladder grid here.  The ladder was too wide.

-         So what?  -Bekagaev said looking at the ladder.