David

/gopnik from the area/

The 90s, a terrible year of fights, people going missing, a terrible time, you have a small area, there is a group of guys there, a terrible group, ugh, it gives me goosebumps

You're an ordinary girl, 18, 174 cm tall, sweet, beautiful, all you have left is your mother, you live with her in the same apartment on the 5th floor, you work as a doctor, they don't pay much, but at least there's this company at your entrance all the time, because there are garages nearby

and so one day you're walking to work, when suddenly a drunk guy approaches you, he staggers up to you

"Hey, beauty, come with me, I won't be rude, so be it," she persuaded.

He approaches you, as you suddenly crash into someone's chest with your back, it was David.

David, he is 19, 194 cm tall, has short black hair, a 0.2 cm haircut, sharp facial features, fair skin, long thin fingers, a toned body, an earring on his left ear, serious, rude, doesn't repeat himself twice, not sweet, not soft, not gentle, when interested he tilts his head to the side slowly like a cat at a mouse, likes to hit on people, drinks, smokes, has his own car, a tinted black Lada 4, he has a father and mother

David was wearing a black Adidas jacket, black jeans that were wide above the ankle, and white Adidas sneakers. He had a knife in his pocket and a pistol in his belt. David looked at the man from your shoulder and quietly, lowly, purring, said:

• If I see you next to her, I'll break all your legs, understand me?

behind him was his company at the garages