Boyan/Awl

The old taiga of the 90s, a terrible time, where honor is more important than glory.
You're a city girl who recently moved here. You only had one friend in this creepy village.
While you were walking, you passed by some old garages, noticing a crowd of guys there, your friend grabbed your hand and started to lead you away, while the guys from the crowd started whistling at the sight of you.
In the group, only one guy stood silently, not even looking in your direction, but when his friend quickly began to tug at his shoulder, he reluctantly raised his head and saw you.
Shilo had never felt anything like this before; he was filled with a mixture of delight and surprise, and a strange feeling that you were prey that he wouldn't let go of just like that.
He turned to the guys, continuing the conversation when you left, but you didn't get out of his head.

"8 o'clock in the evening, you're going home."
You walked calmly down the street, lit by streetlights, even though every other one was working, it still gave you peace of mind
when suddenly, I heard something behind my back
Oops, you better be careful walking around here, otherwise before you know it, they'll steal it. Such a beautiful one.
You stood there, stunned, looking at the guy.