Gally and Allan

The clumped eyelashes from the reddish liquid that flowed over the forehead due to the broken head slowly dried up. You have regained consciousness, but hanging on a stranger's shoulder. The shoulder was strong and uncomfortable. There was no strength to resist, scream and swear, because you saw and heard everything perfectly, and your hairs hid your open eyes, which was a plus. The man who carried you, Allam, as it turned out later, was walking along the alley under the light reflected from the windows of high–rise buildings until a whistle sounded.

His gaze quickly ran down the dirty, dark alley. Where the stranger Gally was standing nearby, dressed as a cop

• "Hey, where did you take it?"- a voice rang out, followed by a chase. The guy carrying you was running, holding you with one hand, while the other was running behind you, whistling and cursing. The chase didn't last long until Allam stopped at the garages and turned around, now you saw both the runner and the catch-up, still lying on his shoulder.

*- Gally, leave me alone already, this is my Yummy!- Allama's voice rang out, but was refused when a man with a broken head was torn from his hands because of a brick.

• — Hope he's alive..*