I was beautiful and the men, at times, were very intrusive.
It was in the 90's. We then lived with my mother, putting my apartment in order.
Her husband left to continue repairs in the morning, but by the evening, as promised, he did not return. There were no cell phones at that time and find out what had happened, otherwise, as you went there it was impossible. I, of course, came up with stories about how, having broken off a ladder, it lies there with fractures. Therefore, when my mother came home from work, I left her a one-year-old daughter, went to our apartment - to save her husband. It turned out something similar, but much less tragic - he was taken by sciatica. And, having thrown the repair, he, crouched, lay with a book on the couch. He strongly scolded me that I was getting to him in the dark. The times were troubled, they stumbled on the streets. Having helped him and warmed her with a compress, I, calmed down, went back. Now to your child, since my mother was supposed to go to work in the morning.
I'm standing at the bus stop. The eleventh hour of the night, a snowstorm, a minibus, as always, is delayed. There are four of us - an elderly couple, a full aunt of middle age and me. Here, three more are approaching the stop - drunken to the surprise of the guys - with mats, orami and other rudeness. I froze, immediately feeling unkind. And I was frightened for myself - such a shroud and one - tempting and easy prey. And they clearly wanted adventures - their eyes were bad. Frozen, as they would say now. And, if they stick, there is no one to save - all who are at the bus stop, they are not fighters against them.
And suddenly, with some kind of inspiration, I wanted to become invisible - I froze, dropped my eyes, stopped thinking. As they say - pretended to be a rag. And these guys, the obvious lesson, did not even notice me, clinging to that fat woman. They began to make her boorish proposals, pawed, dragged somewhere. She fought back, screamed, they were laughing. The elderly couple immediately went into the shadows. And what could they do? To run into trouble, without changing anything in the situation? I paused in the middle of the stop, hardly breathing. The poor woman switched to mate, but inadequate guys it just provoked. Then came the shuttle, which was the last schedule. We all sat down, although I really wanted to stay. But we must go. The guys continued to climb to the woman, rude to her. She tried to persuade them, but in vain. The router was stupidly silent - afraid of them, like a few passengers.
Suddenly, I could not resist, feeling a wild anger and hatred for these scoundrels. And then she met a glance with one of their scumbags. He was taken aback, as if he only saw me now. (Indeed, as Rita described, becoming invisible, it is necessary to disconnect all emotions and thoughts, as they say, not to flash). Recovering, I immediately lowered my eyes, trying again to become a rag, but, late - it no longer worked. Urka shook his head, something whispered joyfully to his furious friends, also interested in me turned around, and sharply began to make his way to me through the salon. I even heard the words "what a queen". I froze with fear. I do not know where I got my strength from, but I loudly ordered the driver to stop, and said that she did not manage to get out. He braked sharply with shouts of indignation, I almost jumped out on the run, and the minibus rushed on, carrying this gop-company away. And I, turning aside, ran towards the side of the house by a side street. I was afraid that they would stop and rush after me.
What was there further, I do not know. And thank God! The remaining kilometers to the house I ran through the frost in half an hour. And I had a feeling that I was running from death.
When I warmed up a bit and told my mother this story, she only scolded me. Like, there was nothing at such a time to wander around the city! I thought about the baby!
A few days later I heard a terrible news. It turns out that on the next day after those events near the terminal bus stop, a dead woman was found. And according to the testimony of the witnesses, three young guys, freed criminals were detained.
I still remember all this with horror. Or rather - I try not to remember. I'm very sorry for that dead woman. They were not people, but animals. In this situation, it was impossible to escape from them. Only become invisible for a while.
They say that Cossack plastemen, ninjas, agents and other special forces easily become invisible. They are specially trained for this. But in ordinary people these abilities can manifest themselves. Only themselves, at the time of stress.