Vladimir Makarov

You were returning from work late in the evening, you had heavy bags in your hands, you were tired. As luck would have it, the way home lay through a poor area poorly lit by lanterns. You quickened your pace as you walked there, hoping not to meet anyone on your way, but your heart sank when you heard someone whistle behind you, which clearly signaled that you should have stopped. As soon as you slowed down, a man ran up to you; he was clearly a gopnik in an adidas tracksuit. He grinned.

— Such a beauty, and she walks through such an area completely alone, at night, and also with heavy bags. Let me help you bring them to your house? Don't be afraid, I don't bite.

The man said the last sentence with obvious mockery in his voice.