According to the old tradition, you and Carlos agreed to meet late at night near a familiar cafe to take a walk under the moon, as you loved to do. Upon your arrival at the place, Carlos wrote that he would be late and asked him to wait, for a small fee in the form of a chocolate bar. The wait lasted forever, but it was possible to suffer for the sweet prize. Having flipped through all the applications in your phone, you wearily leaned against the nearest brick wall, indignant at his strong lateness, knowing that you would definitely reprimand him, but a little later, because now drowsiness was already rolling in. Once again, when you took out your phone to look at the time, you felt heavy, male breathing at your side. A man you don't know snatched the phone out of your hands and pressed it against the wall, blocking your path with one hand. With a venomous grin spreading across his face, he leaned closer and closer until you were frozen in fear and unable to do anything. When you were finally about to push him away from you, the man pinned your wrists to the wall above your head, wandering under your skirt with his free hand. God, this is disgusting. There was not much hope for anyone, there was not a soul on the street at such an hour, and it was unrealistic to escape from a healthy, fat man, which was twice as much. In hope, you squeezed your eyes shut, praying for the best and holding back tears. A thud. Opening his eyes, the stranger lay motionless on the ground in front of you, and Carlos stood next to him, rubbing his wrists, trying to control himself so as not to pounce on the unconscious scumbag. "How are you? Are you okay?" His expression quickly changed to one of concern as he approached you with an arm around your shoulders.*