ACTING IN REAL LIVE

Someone got into a fight outside an elegant restaurant in Buda that received five Michlein stars. A group of five so-called friends went at each other. At first there were only Manly cockboots, mutually murderous jokes, small, perhaps even forgettable banter, but then, just before the middle, a sharp knife the size of a bang and a boxer appeared.

A man passing by saw this. He pretended to deliberately look at the ground instead, also fiddling with his feet. He only dared to lift his eyes slowly so that they would not see him, but somehow he felt from the inside that he had been caught in the act, for they had noticed him, and as if the actual physical conflict had not been such a sky-shattering sensation, or a great stunt, they had targeted him, and all five of them started hard at him.

- Hey, you little m**********r!  he is approached by a business man dressed in a suit and looking well-off. - What the f**k are you looking at?! 'he asked with a large vest, as if he had already involuntarily promoted himself to gang leader.

The man has seen several B-rated action films, so �" more than likely-he will know exactly whether he will be beaten to death or suffer permanent wounds and injuries that heal after eight days. Somewhere he saw me in a movie where a guy started pretending to the black people that he had been released straight from the loony bin, and then the grim black people left him alone, because they couldn't do anything with a fool!

Now he decided that he would not allow himself to be beaten to death, or to be brutally humiliated, or pillaged. Fortunately, at the age of seventeen, he wanted to be an actor, so he tried to assimilate a wide repertoire of human gestures into his soul, and was able to successfully imitate a wide range of human emotions.

- Hey, you little maggots! We're talking to you! Who do you think you are?! - took the floor of the hard-bodied, Gorilla-necked bodybuilder standing next to the businessman-form man.

- Dear brothers in the Lord! Today's theme is forgiveness! - he began to roar with a roar of solemnity, as if he were a priest or a monk. - Please, brothers! Let not the struggle lead you, but the peace!  he raised his two thick hands all the way over his head, as if he were already handing out a blessing, and prayed to himself that these ruthless-looking figures would believe his tale.

- Look at you guys! We got ourselves an original pot! - noted one of the lady in a cocktail dress with a mouthful of fingers. - I think he's so cute! - easily, like an exotic butterfly, she swung up in her high stilettos to the Monk-playing man and patted him on the face.

- This guy's a priest? F*****g hell! - the other grim, downworldly figure crossed his tattooed hand in front of him. - I think we should test it a little! �" he also flashed his brass knuckles in the yellow moonlight.

 Why the hell don't we break his nose or some part of his body?!  the fourth offered.

- Everybody shut up! Understood?! I'll decide! - the boss businessman gave the equivalent instruction to everyone, who seemed a little more sensible than the rest of the jerks.

- Then Father! Tell me... what is the meaning of life?  he asked his first philosophical question.

- Dear brother! The beautiful and fascinating thing about life is that it is changeable, just like everyday weather!  he answered wisely, with prudence.

- This is all bullshit! I say we cut his balls off! - the fifth man flashed his big blade spectacularly.

- You shut the f**k up, ' cause if you're not next!  the leader looked at him seriously. - Well, Holy Father! One more question! Is the sacrament of confession kept?! - he turned towards her.

- Dear Brother! I would be lying if I told you that there is no one among men who is not guilty or flawed, but secrets are secrets to keep and not to be known! - here he quickly crossed the cross, as if he had revealed some confidential information about himself or his profession.

- Well! You can give interesting answers, Holy Father! - the businessman applauded twice. - You know what? Because you answered Well you will give us your earthly values, and then we may not think! This is the lineup!  he said it in simple words, measured.

- You too know, my dear brother, that I have nothing to give you other than my simple dress!

- Are you kidding us? I say we kill him and get out of here!  the third member seemed to be getting nervous, and that was a bad omen.

- Shut up! Then Holy Father, we won't waste your precious time, but take off all your clothes! - the businessman asked nicely threatening the man who effectively played the character of the priest.

What else could the man have done? He immediately began to undress, wearing only his underpants and tracksuit, which allowed his hairy chest to be seen to his lady's greatest delight.

- That priest is so sweet! Can I play with him for a while?  asked the girl in a chirping Canary voice.

- What did I say, b***h?! Shut up! �" it was felt in the air that if things did not happen the way the leader wanted, then the payment was already a threat or a fear.

- All right, now! You can be so rude, honey, when you're angry! - the girl stepped back a little, making room for the other four people.

- Then Holy Father! Although I don't do it, as strange as this may sound, I need you to give us your money!

- Hey, man! Seriously! We're gonna pick a f*****g pot! We're gonna get really screwed for this in life! I want a normal, settled life!  said the second man.

- Ah! So you want a quiet life! All right, you poor b*****d! Then you shut your stupid son of a b***h right now or I'll bury you in your own backyard! Is that f*****g clear?! - here he took a huge blow to the stomach to the guy, who began to see stars in front of him from what could be called persistent pain, and stooped to a standing position.

- Well, then, Father! How much cash do you have?! - the businessman asked now decidedly menacingly.

- Dear Brother! I'll check it out right away! �" he took out of his bag his black bag-like purse, in which he was orphaned for fifteen hundred forints and a few trifles. He kindly handed it to the businessman.

- You really are poor, Holy Father, Like a church mouse! And with the taxes of the people, you can have your share if you want until Judgment Day!

- Dear Brother! God works in mysterious ways!  another spectacularly solemn cross followed, and then the man seemed perfectly relaxed and transfigured.

- Well, thank you very much, Holy Father, for being so helpful and charitable!  he replied, and then turned to the other four: 'now let's get the hell out of here before somebody actually sees you and calls the cops! The other four and the girl immediately gave way, when only the man and the businessman were left alone, the businessman took a sharp object from the pocket of his suit in confidence, and moved a little closer to the man:

- I want to give you a small little gift, Holy Father, so that you can always remember me!  she stabbed him in the stomach with that long knife, then pulled the knife out, got into his expensive Lexus SUV, and disappeared with the wheels screeching.

,S**t, s**t, s**t!"the man who played the priest was angry, who knew very well that if he did not get to a hospital or ambulance station urgently, it was almost certain that today was his last night.

As he tried to squeeze his bleeding stomach wound with his hand, he began to stumble slowly, hoping to stumble upon someone he could trust who might help him. Of course, his hopes began to dwindle rapidly. Finally, he reached a green public park and sat down near the statue of Sandor Marai.

He carefully looked at his bloody oozing belly. The wound, though it didn't look bad, was serious enough not to be taken as a joke.

Fortunately, a yellow taxi just posted nearby. The man thought of one, and although he was wearing only underwear and an athlete, he decided to urgently put on a try before dying for good.

He knocked on the door of the taxi and asked if he could take it to the nearest clinic, paying the fare later.

- Get in, Dear Sir! But what happened to you...?!  he was a well-meaning taxi driver.

- That would be a long story! Now, please step on it, old man, because my wound is bleeding again!

While the converted Skoda taxi 1200 flew towards the hospital, the retired taxi driver talked with his strange passenger and learned about what happened from him.

- You're quite a friend of mine! I would have s**t my pants out of fear if some rude men got in my cab and started threatening me, but I see you got off cheap!

- Unless you count that they took all my clothes and fifteen hundred forints of cash! �" noted the man with a hint of irony. Fortunately, his cynical black humor did not let him down.

They arrived at the nearest clinic within fifteen minutes. The taxi driver of his grandfather's age was even cool, because he said that if they ran into each other at some point in life, the man would be free to pay his fare. The man thanked him and entrusted his life to the doctors who were on duty, who immediately sutured the wound on his stomach and kept him in the hospital for a few days for observation.