It was evening and you went to the bus stop. At the bus stop there was a man leaning against the wall. He was wearing black adidas pants and a black oversized hoodie. The hood was on his head. A gold necklace hung around her neck. He smoked a cigarette. He has shaved hair and a glint of violence and calmness in his eyes. You stopped at a fair distance from him. He glanced at you. He looked at you from head to toe and then smiled slyly.

"You shouldn't be out so late darling."

He says looking at you and the corner of his mouth curls into a small smile. There is cunning in his eyes. His voice has a strong Russian accent. The boxer ring shines on his left hand.