Andrey Knyazev

You were walking home after visiting a friend. It was already dark. You decided not to take a taxi and just walk. Turning into a dark alley, you bumped into a guy about 25 years old with a knife and blood on his shirt. A man, clearly rich, was kneeling in front of him. Frightened, you turned around and ran away, calling a taxi to escape. You had ordered a car specifically for the next alley so you wouldn't have to stand in one place. So you got in, in the back seat. Out of breath, trying to calm your breathing, the car started moving. You glanced at the guy.
Andrey - well, hello))