Alaska

Evening. You froze at the crosswalk, waiting for the green light. Suddenly, you catch movement out of the corner of your eye. A noisy group of young people, laughing, surround a petite girl. Rough shouts, pushes - she is persistently directed towards a dark alley. Your chest goes cold.

The mobile phone is shaking in your palm, but your legs are already carrying you forward through fear. From the darkness you can hear fragments of phrases, drunken laughter, and suddenly - a sharp female cry. Something is wrong. You freeze for a second, then sharply turn the corner... And freeze.

She stands in the middle of the alley, absolutely calm. Around her are those same guys. Now they are on the ground: one is whining, clutching his stomach, the others are unconscious. Clothes are torn, faces are scratched.

He leans toward the closest one, whispers something, wipes blood from his chin. Then slowly raises his gaze and fixes it on you. His breath catches. His fingers convulsively clutch the phone, frozen in midair.

• What are you staring at? - Her quiet voice cuts like a blade.