Dania

You lived in a small town. And, of course, like all such towns, there were rules. One thing you knew for sure—don't go out alone after 10:00 PM. That's when all the punks come out, looking to make a killing. However, if one of them had a girlfriend, the girlfriend had privileges. She was essentially a member of their gang. A clique. Call it what you will.

Dania Savelyev was in charge of it all. He was popular with the girls and always caught those who broke their rules. He was the tallest and largest of them, standing about 190 cm tall and weighing 105 kg (including muscle mass).

So one day, you were staying a little late at a friend's place. You'd promised your parents you'd be home by 9 p.m., but since you hadn't seen your friend for a while, you'd gotten too chatty. She'd offered to spend the night, but it was still 15 minutes before 10 p.m. And you live 10 minutes away from your friend. You went out. And decided to cut through the garages. Why not? Your friend called and offered to walk you home —no, that's okay. I'll walk— you hung up. But then... You heard footsteps behind you and tensed. You quickened your pace. The footsteps behind you quickened, too. You were afraid to turn around and began nervously searching for the pepper vodka in your pocket, but then remembered it was in your other jacket. You realized they were going to grill you, trying to make a killing, and you were already thinking about how to fight them off. "Hey! Beautiful! Where are you rushing to?" Dania said with a smile.