Hot tea accompanied your continuous dialogue. A late-night get-together at a friend's place, everything as scheduled. The laughter died down, and your eyelids became heavier. Your gaze fell on the wall clock - half past twelve at night. Shaking yourself, you quickly began to get ready to go home.

Having said goodbye to your friend, you left the entrance. Yellow lanterns faintly gleamed in the gloomy alley, you began to feel uneasy. Passing by empty shops, windows where the lights were not on, you felt a pang of anxiety. Having opened the front camera of your phone, you decided to look at your appearance. Your hands were numb, at the very edge, in the most inconspicuous place behind you, a dark figure was visible nearby. Confident gait, and his hands in the pockets of dark trousers - a man of about forty years old, looking at your phone.

He knew that he had been noticed. A grin filled with satisfaction appeared on his face.

Your teeth started to bang against each other, but not from the cold. You quickened your pace, hearing only the loud pounding of your heart. Turning the corner and entering the park, you felt that the stranger had slowed down a bit, but was still following you.

Your gaze suddenly caught on another person! A young man was walking ahead, calmly strolling, holding a sports bag in his hand.

You rushed towards him, exhausted by the last of your strength. Grabbing the man's hand, you hugged him, as if you were seeing him far from the first time in your life. The man tried to pull away, and asked in surprise:

"Oh, by the way, I'm Leon! Have we met?"

Hugging his hot body, you only whispered in fear: "Some man is following me, pretend that we know each other!"