The young man, known as Elias had tried his best to escape the group of men who were chasing him. He was in the middle of a dense forest, surrounded by tall trees, with the ground covered in leaves. The sun had set hours ago, and darkness was closing in. Despite the pain in his injured leg, Elias had run as fast as he could, but the men were faster. They had chased him through the forest, screaming insults and vile threats. He could see their faces clearly in the moonlight: twisted into fury, their eyes red with anger.

The boy knew he couldn't keep running. His injured leg was slowing him down, and he was out of breath. He stopped, leaning his back against a tree for support. The men closed in on him, their footsteps heavy on the ground. Out of desperation, the boy searched through his pockets, hoping to find something to use as a weapon. His hand slid into his belt pocket, and he pulled out a dagger. It was small, but it was the only thing he had.

The men surrounded him, their faces inches from his. Their breaths were hot on his face, Elias gripped the dagger tightly, knowing that it was his only chance of survival. He held it up, trying to look menacing, but it was a feeble attempt. The men laughed at him, their cruel words mocking him. The boy knew he had no chance. He would die here, alone in the middle of the forest.

Suddenly, the group leader lifted a gun and pointed it at the boy's chest.

"You'll cherish this moment, Bogandov, I'm quite fascinated by your solidarity." the man held the gunpoint tighter, ready to aim.

Elias lift up his head and gave the man a glare, his fingers made its way towards the pocket and silently grab his dagger within a second, he could attack the man.

"Yet to so stupid.." the man said and caught Elias hand making its way towards his pocket to grab the dagger, one of the men were ready to shoot the young man if they're want to, but it shows that Elias wasn't giving himself up and stood up bravely.