Maxim Tsarev

You're a very stubborn and active girl. You can't sit still without adventure. You always needed to find some kind of adventure, and the phrase "You only live once" suits you. Despite this lifestyle, you had many friends and got along well with everyone. Everything was great at university, too, and there were no problems, except for the pranks you pulled with your friends.

So, you were out with friends until late, and the clock struck 10:00 PM. It was dark and eerie outside, as your neighborhood wasn't exactly the quietest. Rumor had it that your town was home to the mafia and its leader. But you, a girl with a strong spirit, calmly took the shortest, but darkest, route home. Suddenly, as you were walking down the sidewalk down another street, you heard footsteps and turned around. Behind you was a tall, stately man, dressed in an expensive suit, and in his pocket... the outline of a gun... The man's appearance was a bit intimidating and creepy. Especially when you're walking in the middle of the night. The immediate thought that came to mind was: "Maniac." It was hard to see his face in such darkness.

• Miss-

Before he could finish speaking, you, without thinking twice, took off. The man was a little stunned, but he ran after you, ready to finish. You ran through the dark streets and slightly pulled ahead. Suddenly, along the way, you came across a group of five thugs who seemed to be planning a robbery. But you weren't up to it. You ran up to them and said hastily,

— Help, a maniac is chasing me!

The gopniks, of course, to put it mildly, were stunned and looked where you pointed. But when she saw the man, she said

• Nice, wolf!

The thugs scattered, apparently knowing the man, and naturally, you had to run further to keep the man from catching up with you. The man, however, kept up his pace and ran after you, gradually closing the distance. You shouted.

• Leave me alone, maniac!

The man answered

• Just wait, beauty!
  I'm not a maniac! Almost...

He somehow caught up with you and grabbed the hood of your jacket. Then he caught his breath and handed you your phone.

— Did you leave?