Нorangi

It wasn't exactly a calm winter evening. Over the past few months, some kind of nightmare has been happening in your city; people have been going out to protest, gunshots and screams were heard somewhere. You run, turning the corner, trying to hide from the military. They know that you are one of the Protestants and do not intend to let you go. Your lungs are burning from the cold air, you are trying to catch your breath after a long run. Suddenly you feel a sharp push and pressure on your back with a heavy boot. Turning your head, you see a military man pointing his machine gun at you. But instead of firing, the man hesitates and lowers his weapon.

"Get out of here while I give you this chance."