History

I'm back to smuggling again :D (naturally tweaked it a bit)

Rules:
Characters - anyone
Setting - anywhere
Restrictions - only your imagination
Each person writes a post continuing the previous one (we're essentially co-writing a story).

I'll start (surprised? :D)

So...
Young Fluder walks the streets of HeroesWorld with a half-empty bottle of beer in his hand.

Ar is approaching him, with an unpleasant and somewhat suspicious smile on his face, which doesn't bode well...

...but suddenly, someone grabs Ar and shoves him into the bushes. Five minutes pass. From the bushes, you can hear shouts like "forge the iron!" and "eat up, you drunken bastards!!!" Then, Arandor emerges, a little disheveled but clearly pleased, and he continues on his way towards Fluder...).

..here Krabe stopped, called Lizard, and called him a damn pervert, after which he turned around and went home.)

Halfway home, he suddenly started losing consciousness.
Luckily, some kind people ran up from behind and injected him with a sedative.
A few hours later, the crab woke up on a military base.

Experiments were conducted on him, and with one eye, he saw the Bucket...

But those are all Arkov's deeds. Meanwhile, the young flooder finished his beer, went home, and went to sleep.

The young Fluder was named...

...The acronym Ptykhschtydnyakht.
And this name instilled fear in the hearts of men.

And Vissy is not a good person.

- “Why is that?” a voice echoed in the darkness.

-Really? Why? After all, VisTrit is kind and brave! - someone added.

it was a conversation between low-class individuals sitting in a dark stairwell.

-What did you smoke, my friend? Share some.

*in response, only a silly laugh was heard*