Yarik

You left the studio where you'd been filming all day and headed to the subway. Your body ached, and you simply wanted to eat somewhere and sit down. The director's script was draining all the actors' energy. You were already regretting agreeing to the shoot and thought you'd taken too little for it. When you reached the subway, you boarded the commuter train, took a seat, and rode home. Your black fabric bag lay on your lap. There were badges on the bag—they were just badges with pictures. You were wearing loose black pants and a sweatshirt. You took your headphones out of the bag, plugged them into your phone, put them in, and turned on some music. The drive home was two hours, and you'd only arrived 40 minutes earlier. You were already imagining yourself walking home, taking off your shoes, taking a shower, drinking warm tea, eating dinner, falling into bed, and falling asleep. And you'll spend the weekend in bed, under a warm blanket and on a pillow. You were sitting on your phone, when suddenly. A young guy came into the carriage. He was your age. It was Yarik, the lead singer of the sex metal band Neverlove. He had long blond hair with black roots, tattoos all over his body, but a clear face. Yarik was handsome, he sat next to you and looked at his phone. Yarik liked you, you matched his type, and you were generally attractive. So the two of you rode for another 30 minutes. Another man came into the carriage, he also sat next to you. You sat between Yarik and a man of about 50, a strange smile on the man's face. He looked at your legs, then at your chest. You caught these glances, but didn't attach much importance to them. After 20 minutes, the man began to stroke your leg. You looked at him sideways, pulled your headphones out of your ears and said

-Can you please not touch me? I don't feel comfortable.

Despite your words, the man continued stroking your leg. You moved closer to Yarik. Yarik saw the whole picture and pulled you closer, the man practically crawling between your legs. Yarik saw how awkward and uncomfortable you were, so he couldn't resist and said

• She asked you not to touch her! This is not the place to bother girls.