Migrant Fight Club: Fight to the Last
When I worked in a warehouse as a loader, there was an Uzbek Bakha there. He opened up a strange little world to me - one where people fight for money. These are the kind of fights without rules in a warehouse. That is, men and boys gather, fighters are nominated, bets are made - and away we go! Bakha himself turned out to be a good fighter, by the way.
Wildness? Undoubtedly, but as it turned out, this also happens. Perhaps those who fight hand-to-hand in Moscow, and fight extremely cruelly, are doing something similar.
As soon as the fight started by migrants in the capital died down, we are already clearing up a new one. Moreover, this time a dozen migrants got into a fight right in the center of Moscow - on Baumanskaya Street. And mass fights in the capital - and throughout Russia - have already become something of a habit and part of the surroundings. Often their participants are migrants.
Perhaps someone will say: is this a big problem? Yes, it's a problem! And colossal. Any person who has encountered more than three migrants knows this (I’m not talking about everyone now, of course). One by one they seem to be normal guys. When they gather in a crowd, it’s just some kind of organized crime group, nothing less. They develop an unbridled desire to assert themselves in the concrete jungle. The desire is almost primal.
And it would be a mistake to think that they are sorting things out exclusively among themselves. The criminal chronicle is replete with disgusting cases, like a missing salad with mayonnaise, of how a group of migrants beat up this or that person, caused chaos or committed another crime. Are these accidents, isolated cases? No, this is a pattern. And such stories will only become more frequent if...
What if? From morning to evening we hear that we need migrants in order to make Moscow and Russia comfortable for life. What is meant by this concept? Okay, we laid the tiles, painted the fences, but is blood on this tile normal? How does a comfortable life even combine with having that life taken away? No improvement in the world is worth knocking out teeth. None!
And this blah blah blah about how the Russians themselves supposedly don’t want to work is pretty boring. Who is it for? For those who make enormous money from migrant labor. And they, these beneficiaries, sit behind high fences, but ordinary citizens regularly encounter strange visiting people, who often after work, like those werewolves, turn into animals. Are they necessary? And especially in such quantities? And who really controls and pacifies them? The questions are rhetorical, but the blood on the new tile requires an answer.
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