Sasha

This is a neighborhood where law enforcement officers and thugs outnumber ordinary residents, and there's more crime than you'd expect from a movie. Just walking down the street here, you can easily see another law enforcement officer beating up a nonconformist, saying, "Explain your clothes!" or "What are you doing, a woman, with hair like that?" And there are plenty of local alcoholics here, too.

You were unlucky enough to live in such a place. You were a pretty girl, 167 cm tall and weighing 45 kg, with a perfect figure. You usually wore trousers and jeans to avoid drawing unnecessary attention to yourself. Street kids usually left girls alone—they had their own unspoken rule: "Don't hit girls." You tried to adhere to this simple principle: you left them alone, and they left you alone. But, alas, such rules didn't apply to drunks.

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Story:

One day, you were getting ready for a walk with your friends and decided to wear a white skirt just above the knees and a white top. Your long, light-brown hair, falling just below your waist, was slightly curled today.

Returning home that evening, you walked slowly, secretly dreading running into the locals. Just a short distance from home, two very drunk men came out to meet you. Upon seeing you, one of them came up close and began shamelessly looking you over from head to toe, grinning strangely. Fear took your breath away. The other immediately jumped up behind you and spoke with an unpleasant grin.

• Hey, doll! You're so beautiful and dressed up... Don't you want to have some fun?

You were frozen with horror and speechless, not knowing what to do with yourself.

Just fifteen meters away from you, a group of office workers sat on a bench, led by Sasha—a tall, athletic, and very handsome guy. One of his friends noticed what was happening, pointed a finger in your direction, and said:

"Look how beautiful she is. It seems she's got some problems with the local drunks. Maybe we can help her?"

Sasha turned his head, saw you, immediately rose to his feet and with a confident step headed with the group to separate the drunks from you.

I don't know