Consequences in context

- Now it's going to be all about brainwashed rudeness! - declared Uncle Toni, the suddenly retired caretaker, a kind of in-house confidant to whom everyone could turn with confidence, because once old Uncle Toni had promised anything, he would have one foot here and one foot there.

Hardly a stressful, hectic and nerve-racking working day went by without Uncle Toni in his dark blue or butter-coloured cape, which he had inherited from a socialist company, would not have walked around the beautifully renovated, slightly rococo apartment house from the ground floor to the roof, where only pigeons were allowed to drop in, and would not have rang the bell of his neighbours and asked them kindly who needed what, or who had broken something again?

- Oh, how nice that you liked it here, dear Uncle Tony! - clapped her wrinkled, liver-spotted hands in gratitude to a cranky old woman whose spoilt grandson had just received a new mountain bike, but for some reason the bike didn't work, because it turned out that they had forgotten to tighten a few screws in the shop, and after the warranty ticket was automatically thrown in the bin by the kind parents, who carefully tore the paper into tiny pieces of paper, they had to look for someone who would fix their half-finished things in no time.

- Let's see, what's the problem? - the old man bent down, a little sore and shaky, because he could hardly move and walk, but his pride never allowed him to tell his health problems to anyone, not even his neighbours. - Á!There it is! The chain is on backwards, and there are a few nuts missing, but I'll get right on it...' - and with that he took the medium-sized toolbox of which he was also particularly proud as a man with a technical interest, and in less than fifteen minutes he had conjured up a working bicycle for the ungrateful grandson, who was only willing to say a quiet "thank you" at his grandmother's urging.

- You are very welcome young man!If there's any problem, I'll be down in the basement! - He replied, and then bowed to the elderly old woman, who was so much obliged by his cavalier attitude that she blushed at the moment and could not help thanking him:

- "You see, dear Uncle Toni! I'll make you a cheese and raisin strudel that will lick your ten fingers! - He smiled flirtatiously, as the old man went on his way to get his things. And since it was good for the old woman to be able to pay her bills and utilities out of her meagre pension, old man Toni was hardly ever surprised that the cakes and delicious strudel were always left behind.

- I tell you Mrs Bertócs, everyone is getting stupider these days!

There are not many really reliable, humane people...", she said to another widow on the sixth, who has lived with at least nine cats since her husband died unexpectedly.From time immemorial, Mrs. Toni seemed to have had a kind of secret sixth, or even seventh, sense, which enabled her to know people well almost from the first time she met or even ran into them.It was said by some of the neighbours that this Uncle Toni had a God-blessed talent for wise justice and humanity, and that if he said anything, it was so!

When Gyurka was a little child, he used to run into him in the stairwell when he was walking to school early in the morning. The reason why he was always running like a wild rabbit was that his older classmates beat him up and beat him, and took all his pocket money and his lunch money.

- "Goodbye, Uncle Toni..." said the little child politely, in a low voice.

- Hello, my boy! How are you?You're up so early already?" the old man gasped, for he was the only one in the house who couldn't sleep at this early hour.

- I like to know that I have to go, because my mother has gone to work early, and my father is already at work..." he answered, and was about to leave for school, which was hidden in the depths of the housing estate, so that he would not meet anyone, because that would end badly.

- Wait a minute, sonny!

- the old man rushed into his downstairs apartment with hurried steps, took out a thick leather-bound book and handed it, somewhat theatrically, to the boy, who was quite surprised, after all, it wasn't his birthday.

- Take it with love!Useful reading!- Thank you very much Uncle Toni!He thanked me and ran off like a dog. When he ran to the door of the school he hated, he looked at the cover of the bulky tome, The Adventures of Winetou."This will be good for something!"- he thought, and hurried into the classroom, unpacking his textbooks.

It happened that many years later, when Gyurka had become a handsome lad and had a girlfriend, someone gave poor Uncle Toni, who had broken his leg and was bleeding from the head, an injury that would take more than eight days to heal. Gyurka was lucky that he wasn't panicking or panicking, and immediately called the ambulance, which arrived thirty minutes later and took the old man, who was on the verge of death, to the hospital with a wailing siren.

- But who could have done such a terrible thing to poor Uncle Toni?! - more and more people asked the curious neighbours, and of course more and more people visited the convalescing old man both in the hospital and at home, packing him all sorts of goodies.

Gyurka knew exactly who the vandal hooligan villains were. It happened that many years later, when Gyurka had become a handsome lad and had a girlfriend, someone gave poor Uncle Toni, who had broken his leg and was bleeding from the head, injuries that would take more than eight days to heal. Gyurka was lucky that he wasn't panicking or panicking, and immediately called the ambulance, which arrived thirty minutes later and took the old man, who was on the verge of death, to the hospital with a wailing siren.

- But who could have done such a terrible thing to poor Uncle Toni?!- more and more people asked the curious neighbours, and of course more and more people visited the convalescing old man both in the hospital and at home, packing him all sorts of goodies.Gyurka knew exactly who the vandal hooligan villains were.As a child, he had had ample opportunity to experience first-hand the entrenched iron human evil that destroys everything around it if no one is careful!He entered the old man's small ground-floor flat with a huge dose of guilt and a pang of remorse. He took off his shoes, left them on the mat, knocked three times, and then let himself in, for he knew the old man would be in pain, let alone still moving, and he could open his own front door.

- Good afternoon dear Uncle Toni! Do you remember me? I am Gyurka!

How do you like it? - he asked helpfully.

The old man must have felt the stinging weight of guilt, for a strange expression came over his pithy, furrowed face:

- "Long time no see, my dear boy!Tell me! How are you?!- He looked at her with questioning, interrogating eyes, as if he knew her most intimate secrets at once.

- I... I was very worried... about Uncle Toni... - he began, but in reality he sincerely wanted to apologise for what had happened to the old man.He reached into his canvas bag, which was almost always - without exception - full of books, and took out the now somewhat battered and weathered volume the old man had given him.

- I brought the book back, Uncle Toni! It meant a lot to me, because at that time I was looking for my way myself and I was lost. - He carefully put it down on the small coffee table in the living room.

- You really shouldn't have brought him back! It was a gift! - the old man excused himself, and then pain ripped through his battered body and contorted his face.

- How can I help you, dear Uncle Toni? - he asked, after he had been staggering back and forth on his feet for some time.

- 'Try to remain human even when surrounded by wild animals...' said the old man, as a piece of sage advice, and then closed his eyes as if he had spoken enough for one day.

- Don't worry about anything, Uncle Toni! I'll take care of everything! - he laid a blanket over the sleeping old man to let him rest, then carefully opened the front door and left.

Gyurka had a clear idea of the scumbag thugs who were running riot in the neighbourhood, threatening, picking pockets and beating up old, retired and defenceless people. He had had enough of dealing with people of similar stature as a child, so he decided to teach them a lesson. And although he knew very well that selfish justice and revenge could not bring about full justice, the ancient law of "an eye for an eye" was still lurking in the hearts of all people.

They simply cannot be negotiated with, reasoned with or persuaded in any other way.

- Gyuri!Please don't do it!I was afraid of you... - she cuddled up to his chest, like a frightened kitten's beautiful girlfriend, who fell in love with him truly and clearly when she experienced the incredible politeness and kindly courtesy that Gyuri had been capable of since childhood, only the circumstances were sometimes unfavourable.- "I promise you, Aliz, that nothing will be wrong!" he kissed the frightened, beautiful girl tenderly on the forehead.

- Why don't we call the police! This is more their business after all! Stop trying to be a superhero!

- Let's say we call them! And?! They come out, take the statements and leave! In heaven forbid they do anything to punish the real culprits.

- But why do you have to be the hero?!

- Because others would rather bury their heads in the sand! Someone has to do something, and poor Uncle Tony didn't deserve it. "Gyurka turned on his heel and went straight from his home to the "crime farm" where teenage rascals go to hang out and relax. He had no trouble finding someone.

All he had to do was put himself in the perpetrators' shoes and he'd have a solution.Now he was filled with a real anger, a hatred that clouded his vision. At the same time, he was aware that violence begets violence, so it was never a bad idea to be careful. Fortunately, he had invited one of his former high school classmates, who grew at least six feet tall and managed to grow ripped muscles as big as the Incredible Hulk.

- Hi Gyuri! So, what's up? - they greeted each other with a handshake.

- Hi, Ákos! We're gonna have a little trouble! We need to scare some idiots who beat up a nice old man who lives in our house!

- Son of a b***h! The little fuckers! Let's get them!

- I agree with that, but let's be vigilant and use our heads. - He tried to calm down his irascible friend. After all, what's the point of barging in through the door, right?!

- OK, buddy! So let's hear it! What are your plans?! - she looked at him with questioning eyes.

- "First it's baiting, then it's intimidation, but nothing more! There was no violence! Is that clear?! - he lowered his voice.

- Fine by me! But we're gonna give 'em a good scrap, mate.

- That's exactly what I thought!

Gyurka took his old classmate to an abandoned factory, where even the birds don't like to go. It's a typical massive underworld environment where anything can happen without consequences!

- Now we have to be f*****g quiet or they'll spot us right away! - hiding in the shade of one of the larger, withered oak trees.

- I hear you mate! You don't want to make any noise! Good thing I brought my knife.

- What the hell do you need a knife for when you got two big fists?!

- Precautions!

- I got it! You go right, I'll go closer.

- OK - The big pious dromedary turned to the right, as Gyurka told him to, and just waited for the signal.

- ...And guess what guys! The old fart was so scared that he actually pissed himself when I took his savings and kicked him in the stomach! Hahaha!" laughed one of the teenage boys, who couldn't have been more than seventeen. There were still six of them staring at him in awe as he told stories.

- I don't know Tomi! Maybe you shouldn't have pissed the old guy off so much! After all, he's an old man and all... - said his younger brother to the teenager.

- Shut up, you pathetic little idiot, or I'll smash your face in! - the big bully threatened his brother.

- The younger brother was silent immediately, not wanting to pull out the match.

In the meantime, Gyurka crept closer, careful not to make any noise or be noticed. Luckily, he had watched a lot of adventure and action films on video cassette as a child, so he had plenty of ideas about what an action hero should do. Meanwhile, Ákos was also hiding in the side of a ruined house wall, waiting for Gyurka's signal. When Gyurka nodded, the ambush was on.

- Hi guys! How's it going? - Ákos asked in a friendly tone.

- Who the hell are you, buddy? How did you even get here, because, if I remember correctly, nobody called me! - the larger boy rose from his seat, while the other teenagers stared at him with slightly frightened looks.

- Well look at you guys! Now that's how you welcome a guest! Look at him! Does your mother know what you're doing?!

- Look at this! Someone sent us a preachy morality trough to lecture us! The older boy immediately pulled out his knife and was about to attack Ákos, when finally Gyurka ventured out of his defended position:

- Hey guys! What's up?! - he asked them.

- Hey there! I didn't say there were more of you! - several of them exclaimed, and they were really out of there, because they were so brave.

- Looks like you're on your own, mate! - Ákos remarked, staying on the offensive so he knew what to expect.

- Well, maybe, but I'm going to gut you anyway! - and he leapt at him to impale him, but he was more subtle, and with one of his sturdy legs outstretched, he tripped the daredevil, who stumbled and hit himself. - Ouch! You b*****d! Do you know who my father is?! You're gonna regret this!

- And I say if any of you keep attacking pensioners, you'll have us to deal with! You understand, you b*****d?!" shouted Gyurka threateningly. The adolescent boy hissed like a deadly animal, realising that if he had any rivals he was no longer as brave as if he were alone.

- Well, that was one hell of a fight, dude! - shook hands in a friendly manner with his old friend Ákos. - But I would have enjoyed a little chi-chi-poo!

- I hate violence in all its forms, but I'd beat the s**t out of a petty b*****d like you, so you'd learn a life lesson.

- Well, what's true is true! You saw the way the other little b******s were shaking when we showed up! It's like they're in high school!

- Well, yeah! Thanks for the help! If I can help you with anything in the near future, just let me know.

- Come on, Gyuri! How long have we known each other! Of course! - Ákos got on one of the trams, while Gyurka went the other way.

Gyurka was devastated to hear that when he got home, Uncle Toni was taken to the hospital, where he died of bruises and internal injuries.