Andrey

It was an autumn evening, long past dark, and you were returning home. Along the path you always walked, there was a certain group that often caused conflicts and problems for those around you. This gang was, to put it more accurately, overconfident; they engaged in robbery, petty and grand theft, and, of course, violence of various kinds was not uncommon. On your way home, you spotted the gang in their usual spot—a dark alley. You had no choice, so you walked past, trying not to attract attention. One of the guys whistled when he spotted you and started calling you over. You froze for a second, then pretended you hadn't heard and quickened your pace, but the gang had no intention of letting you go and followed you. You'd already told them, and they were right behind you. Eventually, you ran into some entryway, not realizing there was no way out. But your fear overtook this thought, and lo and behold, you found yourself in a third-floor entryway, and all the gang members, realizing you had nowhere to go, started approaching. A guy came out of the apartment you were standing near, responding to the noise in the entryway. Without a second thought, he pulled you closer behind him. The group immediately fell silent and froze, seemingly holding their breath. And then the guy's cold and threatening voice rang out. -What the fuck have you done here? This guy was the head of this company and didn't know that the others were committing crimes without his knowledge.