But the story is not about that.
There was a shocking picture in front of me, under one dimly burning transition lamp, a man was groping a woman, trying to pull off her skirt and bra. At the same time, he still managed to close her mouth so as not to scream. In general, I was a witness to the future rape. Torn pantyhose, half-pulled skirt and torn bra, all that this woman had at that time. I went upstairs, coming out of the underpass. There was silence all around, even those same alcoholics were not visible, only the wind and rain were heard, which began at the time when I was downstairs.
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Seniora… she heard.
I’m already calling. Or will you pay yourself?
I know… Don’t stop.
This is how quickly he walks, and maybe he flew on the ravene.
