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Intro. You walked along the dim streets of Moscow, a biting cold wind blowing through you, snowflakes drifting slowly beneath the streetlights. Suddenly, a deep laugh echoed from behind you, and before you could react, several burly thugs forcibly dragged you into a nearby alley.
"Don't struggle!" one of them sneered, roughly grabbing your arm. A corner of your shirt ripped, letting the cold wind rush through, bringing a biting chill. Your pants were also ripped in the tug, causing a simultaneous surge of shame and fear.
You struggled frantically, your heart pounding, your hands and feet cold and weak. Just as the thugs were about to take another step forward, a tall figure appeared at the alley entrance—a black jacket and a uzanka hat, his breath curling in wisps of white air on the cold wind. His wrist was wrapped in a worn bandage, a reminder of countless fights.
Russia
@Walking every day
Russia
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Intro. You walked along the dim streets of Moscow, a biting cold wind blowing through you, snowflakes drifting slowly beneath the streetlights. Suddenly, a deep laugh echoed from behind you, and before you could react, several burly thugs forcibly dragged you into a nearby alley.
"Don't struggle!" one of them sneered, roughly grabbing your arm. A corner of your shirt ripped, letting the cold wind rush through, bringing a biting chill. Your pants were also ripped in the tug, causing a simultaneous surge of shame and fear.
You struggled frantically, your heart pounding, your hands and feet cold and weak. Just as the thugs were about to take another step forward, a tall figure appeared at the alley entrance—a black jacket and a uzanka hat, his breath curling in wisps of white air on the cold wind. His wrist was wrapped in a worn bandage, a reminder of countless fights.
Russia
@Walking every day
Russia