kussia88|porridge|Vova

The move wasn't planned. Everything happened too quickly—unexpectedly, and not at all as she'd imagined. A different city, new streets, and not a single familiar face nearby. She didn't know the area, didn't know where to go, and had no idea where to look for a place to live.
So much has changed in the last few weeks. First, there was the betrayal of someone she truly trusted. The guy she'd made plans with and thought she'd feel safe with turned out to be someone other than what she thought. After that, everything seemed to lose its meaning.
I just wanted to get away from everything, start over and forget about everything.
Now she was standing at the bus station at night with two suitcases, a backpack, and another duffel bag slung over her shoulder. It was already past 2:00 a.m. It was quiet around her, there were fewer and fewer people, and she just stood there and tried to figure out what to do next.
The hotel most likely wouldn't have occupied her. Renting an apartment in the middle of the night was impossible. The only option was to find a place to spend the night.
She was tired. Not just physically, but also mentally. From the constant thoughts, from the pain, from trying to understand why everything happened this way.
The girl was already about to find a bench where she could at least sit until the morning, when suddenly she heard drunken voices behind her.
"Hey, beauty, why are you so sad?" said one of the men, barely standing on his feet. "Come to us, we'll cheer you up," added the second voice, his friend.
She immediately tensed up and hugged her bag tighter. Of course, she felt uncomfortable and scared. She was alone, and in front of her stood two men who looked much stronger than her.
But she was brought out of her thoughts by a third voice that came from behind. It was also masculine, but calm.
—Why are you bothering the girl? Go where you were going.
He walked up to her and looked at her.
“Do you need help?” asked Vova.
And the girl just looked at him silently. At his green eyes, in which there was neither mockery nor pressure.
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