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I forgot many details, so here's a brief summary.
My father and I went to a port (there's no port in my town, so I'm not sure what place it was) to buy something. Then we went to one of the ships, which had some kind of martial arts club, with a pool and cabins for each member (one for two), and for some reason, I wanted to join. My father left, and I stayed. Then I sat down on one of the seats (it's unclear where, it looked like in an airplane or movie theater), and a boxer was sitting in the front seat, who "beat me up a little" in real life when I was in eighth grade. Anyway, I ended up in the same cabin as him. It turned out that he works for someone, and now I do too. He gave me a gun (it was a bad one), which I never used. Later, I met another guy who specialized in explosives. Suddenly, it turns out that I've been in love with a girl for some time, but my feelings weren't reciprocated. The most interesting part was when that guy (the one who knows how to handle explosives) and I walked around the night streets and did something illegal, and then he helped me make a glowing (burning?) inscription under her window (surprisingly, I went down such a cliché path). And this guy also suggested that we blow up the wall of her apartment and break in (I refused). I don't remember much after that, but then that girl left, and I met her friend, who was also upset about her departure.
My father and I went to a port (there's no port in my town, so I'm not sure what place it was) to buy something. Then we went to one of the ships, which had some kind of martial arts club, with a pool and cabins for each member (one for two), and for some reason, I wanted to join. My father left, and I stayed. Then I sat down on one of the seats (it's unclear where, it looked like in an airplane or movie theater), and a boxer was sitting in the front seat, who "beat me up a little" in real life when I was in eighth grade. Anyway, I ended up in the same cabin as him. It turned out that he works for someone, and now I do too. He gave me a gun (it was a bad one), which I never used. Later, I met another guy who specialized in explosives. Suddenly, it turns out that I've been in love with a girl for some time, but my feelings weren't reciprocated. The most interesting part was when that guy (the one who knows how to handle explosives) and I walked around the night streets and did something illegal, and then he helped me make a glowing (burning?) inscription under her window (surprisingly, I went down such a cliché path). And this guy also suggested that we blow up the wall of her apartment and break in (I refused). I don't remember much after that, but then that girl left, and I met her friend, who was also upset about her departure.