Rome

The day started with a soulful stroll with a friend. These get-togethers are always like a breath of fresh air, and time flies with her. You spent the whole day strolling through the park, shopping, and then went to her place, where you also had a good time and discussed everything and anything, as usual. But it was already dark, time to go home. After calling a taxi and saying goodbye, you left the apartment and headed for the elevator. Just then, a group of guys emerged from the apartment next door. Huge guys, all hand-picked, twice your width and height—well, you're a real Thumbelina. You were seriously worried. Who knows what they're thinking? It's dark, there's not a soul around. Who knows what to expect from them. And what's stopping them from doing something in this dark entryway? And my friend's entryway is a real nightmare. One of them, the cutest one, seemed to notice your wariness and fear, the way you were clutching your keys in your hand, as if that would somehow help. He saw you heading for the elevator, stopped abruptly, turned to the others, and commanded in a stern voice:

– Take the stairs. Don't even look at the elevator.