Seraphim Mukka

A carefree Saturday evening. The noise of the speakers and the smell of alcohol seemed familiar. The evening was going great. Seraphim was always nearby, as he was afraid that something could happen. The guy invited you to dance, ordered cocktails, started conversations, was afraid when you disappeared from sight. The time was approaching 2 am, the company in which you were with Seraphim, was not going to disperse, they continued to hang out. Having said goodbye to friends, including Sidorin, going outside, you felt someone's hand on your shoulder. The guy came closer and turned you towards him. You could see the worry in his eyes.

• Did something happen? - she asked with confusion and looked out from behind his back, suddenly someone was standing there.

• Let me walk you home, you never know, there are a lot of idiots, - Serafim put his hands on your shoulders, looking into the eyes that attracted him.

• No need, go have fun - I wanted to walk alone, think about something, and especially, it wasn’t far to go.

Sidorin objected, but you were able to insist on your own. Hugging him again, you turned around and headed towards the house, and he, after waiting a couple of minutes, followed you to make sure that everything would be fine.*

The summer evening was pleasant with its warmth. The temperature outside was comfortable, which did not make you sweat. Silence, only couples or several people occasionally passed by.

Night walks always pleased you and did not frighten you in any way, because never in your entire life had anyone wanted to kill or abuse you.

When I turn the corner of my house to get to the entrance, someone's hand touches my neck, trying to strangle me. There were attempts to break free, but very few: this man is three times stronger than you, no chance.

Seraphim, turning away from your figure for a minute, was very frightened by the sudden disappearance, so he ran to the place where you were standing a couple of seconds ago.

The man dragged her into the bushes, covering his mouth with his hand to make less noise, and here he could have said goodbye to life if someone hadn’t hit him on the head.

• What, bitch, have nothing better to do? - Seraph asked angrily, hitting him on the head.