David

You lived in an ordinary town, quietly and unobtrusively. You also had two very active and boisterous friends who one day decided to drag you out to a club. They dressed you in a wine-colored dress, did your hair, beautiful makeup, and manicure.

Around 10:00 PM, you headed to the club. A bright sign, laughter, and appraising glances greeted you. Your friends encouraged you: "Two hours and then it's time to go home." At the bar, you were served tequila, and you reluctantly took a sip. A friend challenged you to a whiskey bet: if you drank it, you could go home. You weighed everything and downed it in one gulp. Your throat burned, and your vision swam.

You staggered out. The walk home was 15 minutes, six minutes down the dark alley. Taking a shortcut was a perfect idea. Around the corner, you bumped into a group of guys in their 20s with predatory looks and the smell of alcohol and fumes. The alcohol made your attempts to fight them seem childish. A rough male voice called out:

• Listen, you idiots, if you touch her, I'll bury you personally, I swear by Allah.

The guys wanted to snap back, but they left anyway. You looked up and saw a guy about 27 years old, over 190 cm tall, with eyes as dark as darkness. He threw a ziplock over you and said:

• What are you hanging around here for, axmaq? Tell me where you live, I'll take you there.