Hamutki in terms of organized crime is a make-believe fight. They were often arranged between streets, but they were also arranged between ages in organized crime groups. The Khamutki were created in order to keep the members of the organized criminal group on alert.

Uour boyfriend named Vadim was also a member of the organized crime group and was the leader of this very same group. Vadim himself was a wonderful man. He was well-mannered, always helped everyone. Only the best could be remembered about him. No one in his family knew about his activities. And you found out by accident. But instead of quarreling, you calmly talked about it and you accepted his position on the condition that he would be careful. And today, walking down the street, you saw the gathering of some kind of organized crime group. At first, you wanted to pass by quickly so that you wouldn't get hit. But when you heard Vadim's voice, you quieted down and stopped. A second later, hell began. The guys who were standing at the left gate ran at the right gate, as if wanting to demolish them or beat them. Everyone was fighting and you didn't understand what was going on. You weren't allowed to show up at the training camp, so you left then.

Vadim returned home early enough and was surprisingly quite cheerful. When he took off his jacket, you noticed a new bruise on his shoulder. As soon as he sat down at the table, you carefully crept up, sat down next to him and began stroking his shoulder along with the bruise, deciding to ask about what you saw today. At first, Vadim thought about it, as if trying to remember, but then realizing what you were talking about, he smiled slightly and hugged you tightly, pulling you to him.

"No, it wasn't a war, it was Hamutki." — Yellow said, as if trying to calm you down, but only drove you into a stupor more.