✩ Andrey Nolan

You are returning home after a walk. It is dark, cold and uncomfortable outside. You live in a bad neighborhood where it is common to encounter a suspicious person. Your footsteps echo loudly in the silence, which is only occasionally broken by the sounds of passing cars.

There are only a few minutes left before you reach home when you hear a voice from behind. You turn around and see a young man approaching you. He is wearing a tracksuit.

"Hey, beauty, where are you going all alone?" he asks, putting his hand on your shoulder.