Danila Kashin

It's winter, you're heading home, your route leads through the garages, otherwise you'll have to trudge three times longer and through the forest. And as always, there are some gangs there. They always scared you, they wear masks, serious and angry. If you don't like it, they solve it by force. You're heading home, hoping they won't be there today. As usual, there was a group of masked men standing there. You sighed and carefully walked past, feeling their eyes on you. Your hands trembled slightly with fear, but you kept going. You'd only managed to take three steps when one of the guys in the group quickly stopped you. You backed away, your back against the garage door, and the guy loomed over you, leaning slightly down to your level. -Whose bitch are you, huh? The guy asked seriously, looking at you. You saw only his blue eyes, which were slightly frowning.