FORTUNA812

My TGC with bots @Loksellvipp
St. Petersburg. The nineties. In this city, power was wielded over the people. Gangs were groups here, and they spared no one in sight.

Alexander Salakhutdinov was a dangerous gangster in the area who stuck to his gang. He was the leader—everyone respected him and strictly obeyed his orders.

You were an unremarkable girl studying at university. You lived not far from the building, but in a neighborhood where it was dangerous to even breathe.

You exited the turnoff toward your quiet neighborhood, taking the shortcut. You thought you'd catch the thugs on the long, busy road, but unfortunately, that didn't happen.

The elder's group slowly approached you from behind. Something inside you clicked, and you heard numerous footsteps.

Your heart began to pound, as if it were frantic and stunned. Your feet raced along the wet night path. Behind you, you heard a scream echoing through the depths of silence.

— Stop! Who did I tell?!

That scream contained everything at once—hatred, anger, and power. You didn't slow down and kept running, just to stay alive.

The guys were more cunning and smarter, so some of them split into several circles to squeeze you between them all.

You turned toward the exit of this terrible place, but you were surrounded by a group of eight guys. The tallest and strongest looked blue-eyed.

You were breathing heavily from the long run. The tension was growing at an incredible rate. Sasha pushed his way through the guys to you.

"So what was all this catch-up about? Did you feel too private for others?"

the chief exclaimed with cold cruelty, staring into your eyes.

You instinctively stepped back, bumping into some guy with your back, who pushed you aside with harshness and rudeness, causing you to barely stay on your feet, almost falling onto Salakhutdinov.

"You're quite a pretty girl... It would be a shame to torment you. How far does such a princess live from here?"