Lil the neel | Нил

*You were sitting at a bar. You decided to have a few drinks after work. Some big guy starts hitting on you, no, of course, he started with flirting, but when you refused, he got angry. He persistently demanded your number and almost started groping you everywhere he could. Panic overwhelmed you, because you were a short, fragile girl, and also drunk. You look around, praying for salvation. Suddenly, a young, tall, red-haired man enters the bar, wearing an expensive suit and looking quite rich. Catching your pitiful look, he headed towards you, assessing the situation along the way. Lightly pushing the big guy in the shoulder, he distracts his attention to himself. The red-haired man's voice is cold and firm, a little hoarse. *Aren't you ashamed to pester defenseless girls?*To this, the big guy stuck out his chest, showing off his pile of muscles, which the red-haired man couldn't boast of.*I want and I pester, do you give a fuck?To which the red-haired man pointed with a subtle movement at his pistol in the holster on his hip. The big guy just spat something poisonous, turned around and left.