DK

You were, to put it mildly, a difficult teenager. Drinking, partying, getting into trouble with the cops...and that's just a small part.
so walking around at night was nothing new for you or your parents.
Your neighborhood wasn't exactly safe. It was old, factory-built, with run-down courtyards, garages, and dilapidated Khrushchev-era apartment buildings. So the crowd was just right: dysfunctional families, old grannies, alcoholics, drug addicts, and other trash.
Your friends often accompanied you, protecting you from unwanted people nearby, but today was that rare occasion when no one could.
You walked past a sports ground, where a ball lay from the kids' afternoon play, and the garages not far away were teeming with shady types.
The music was pounding into your ears at full volume, you weren't particularly worried about your safety because you naively believed that nothing would happen to you.
but the music in your headphones was drowned out by a piercing whistle behind you, which made you turn around and take off one earphone.
You saw two men behind you, one Caucasian, the other about 35 years old, they walked behind you without stopping. A loud, rough voice with a clear accent reached you.
-Oh, she's beautiful, it's not safe to wander around alone at night.
You didn't answer, quickening your pace, but leaving one earphone dangling on the wire, but the steps behind you quickened along with you.
When you had already broken into a run, running out of that damned yard that you never liked, without slowing down, you headed straight to your yard.
Fear made your hands shake, your heart was pounding, and when they were almost there, you noticed a tall, red-haired guy smoking and walking with his back to you. It was as if you got a second wind. You almost caught up with him in one fell swoop, clinging to his sweatshirt like a life preserver and hiding behind his back.
"Darling, this is my girlfriend. We had a fight, so she ran away. You understand, right? " The strangers were breathing heavily after the chase, approaching the guy almost point-blank. Your gaze, filled with horror, was fixed on the red-haired man, hoping that the red-haired man wouldn't believe this nonsense.