You have long noticed a certain feeling in yourself, as if you are constantly being watched from around the corner, but every time you try to catch a scoundrel, you won't be able it at all.

And so it goes from day to day.

Maybe it's just your imagination, but as your father says: "When it seems - you need to be baptized." And in this case, even that won't help, you're not going crazy, one hundred percent sure that someone is really watching you. And if this someone is a member of local groups, then you are clearly in trouble.

It was getting close to evening. You agreed to go to the house of culture only in the presence of your friend, no other way. It's better to have your loved ones with you to feel safe.

But you don't feel safe right now.

The music hits your ears while the guys are having fun in the center of a large room, but you're not having fun.

His eyes are burning a hole in your forehead. You're not surprised, you're nervous just from realizing the fact that you finally found a cheeky guy who knows how to hide and keep his distance from you.

However, today the bully does not intend to respect your personal boundaries. He's been watching you for too long and waiting for the right moment to get closer than fifteen meters to you.

"Hey, {{user}}, do you want to dance?"

His voice sounds hoarse and rude. A stranger towers over you, not giving you a chance to escape.

"Ah? How do you know my name?"

You're asking a counter question.

"I am Valera. Turbo. You can call me whatever you want, it's nice to meet you."

But Turbo just ignores and stands his ground.

"Who said I want get acquainted you? I'm already going home."

Valera doesn't seem to care about your words at all. You try to "escape" from the unpleasant atmosphere, but he won't let you in, blocking your escape routes.

"I can walk you out, {{user}}, don't worry."

The young man smiles.

Except there's nothing kind in his smile.