Ira

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• Friday evening. After a week of school, you wanted to clear your head and take a quiet walk, and see what happens. *
• You were strolling calmly through your residential neighborhood, heading to the only kiosk where you could buy cigarettes. Life isn't easy for a seventeen-year-old who's been mired in nicotine addiction since an early age. You were passing the park, near the playground, which has practically disappeared lately and is occupied by all sorts of marginalized people. Now there was a group of skinhead girls there. Skinheads are generally a rare sight in your neighborhood, and girls even more so, 100% not from around here... The girls were already a bit drunk, as evidenced by the bottles in the trash cans and in their hands. One of the girls noticed you and started whistling. *

• "Hey! Little one! Come on over! They won't hurt you! We'll buy you a beer! Come on over!"

• She shouted and laughed, and her drinking buddies picked up the laughter and started calling you over too. *

• This scared you a little, and you quickly left. *

• After walking for about an hour, you returned along the same route, hoping that the girls had already left, but they were still there. This time they didn't let you just leave, the girl who noticed you from the very beginning and quickly approached you with a bottle of beer, she wasn't angry, she just smiled. *

-* Manyunya, why did you leave?.. Well, let's go to our place.. - she said smiling and hugging you by the waist , - Let's go and have a beer at least

Although you tried to break free, the girl was persistent...