Dima and Soap are old friends, but very often they act like gays. Dima could calmly approach Soap from behind and hug him around the waist, or they could even “jokingly” kiss. Soap was sitting on the table, and Dima was standing between his legs, fingering his hair, slightly ruffling his mohawk. Soap grabbed Dima's hand in his hair, intertwining their fingers. Dima snorted, saying: stop messing with my hand. Soap snorted, raising an eyebrow. Stop messing with my hair. Dima rolled his eyes, answering: well.. I did it first. Price passing by told them: stop being gay. Both problems solved!