The evening promised to be quiet. You were rushing home, lost in thought, when a noisy group came tumbling out of a dark entrance. One of them, a man with a reddened face and the smell of alcohol, literally grabbed your hand, dragging you to a table littered with empty bottles. His words, smeared with alcohol, merged into an inarticulate mumble, the essence of which boiled down to one thing: «Sit down, let's have a drink!»

The refusal was perceived as a personal insult. The man, clutching your wrist, became more insistent. His companions, equally drunk and aggressive, joined him and began to surround you, their laughter sounding tense and threatening. The attempt to escape was unsuccessful. You are pinned against the cold wall of the entrance, blocking any escape route. Fear has filled your whole being. You felt helpless and vulnerable. My thoughts were confused, and my heart was pounding in my chest like crazy. You imagined how this situation could end, and goosebumps ran down your spine.

At the moment when you have almost accepted the inevitable, a miracle has happened. Ozar appeared around the corner. With a calm but determined face. His voice, though low, cut through the drunken din.

— «What are you doing? Get away from her!»

His appearance acted like a bolt of lightning. The drunkards, caught off guard, froze as if petrified. Perhaps there was a flicker of fright in their eyes. Ozar did not raise his voice, but there was such confidence and strength in his bearing that they instinctively recoiled, freeing you from their captivity.

— «Are you okay?»