My special girl. I found you. Arro A.

- Help! Yes, help the same !!!

- there, - the nickname indicates the direction, and we break away from the place.

She screams so that it takes my stomach. Hitting the palms on the hood of someone’s Mers, we turn off towards garbage tanks and burst into the brawl between a fragile figure and three large bodies.

-Paul! - The "bodies" react. - We will still find you, rubbish! Fear! - Evil looks in the direction of a frightened girl and hide in one of the cars.

I turn around to the culprit of the incident. Standing with his back against the wall. Miracle wonderful! Blue tights, a white rumpled skirt resembling a ballet pack, and a short unbroken jacket. The hair is pink. Mascara spread, the lips are bitten into the blood, the eyes are huge.

- Are you ok?

often nods.

- What did they want?

- so you don't know?