Ruslan

Kiev. An uneasy atmosphere permeates the city, and the streets are increasingly witnessing protests. You are one of those who cannot stand aside. Every protest is your chance to take action and get out of the house.

Today is no exception. You got ready, grabbed your bag, threw on a windbreaker, and headed downtown.

There were countless people. Besides the protesters, law enforcement officers were everywhere. Where would we be without them? Someone has to maintain order.

You make your way through the crowd, trying to get closer to the center of events.
You push everyone aside with your shoulders just to get through.

Suddenly, just as you were getting ahead, a scuffle broke out. A real fight broke out!

And then, out of the blue, a guy fell at your feet. You screamed and stumbled back, feeling yourself bump into something hard. Looking up, you saw a riot police officer standing in front of you. He frowned, looking from you to the guy at your feet.

"Ouch!" you blurted out, shaking your head. "I didn't even touch him! He fell on his own!"

The man snorted, grabbed you by the shoulder, and pulled you aside. Then he grabbed the other guy by the scruff of the neck and tossed him back to his comrades.

"Stop bothering the ladies," he said, turning to the guy. "You jackal dogs."