Today in St. Petersburg:
I walk on a rather dark street, in the evening, I rush. In front of her is a girl, behind her, 5-6 meters young man (mph). The girl (d) turns sharply and there is a dialogue:
Q: Why are you pursuing me? 10 minutes after me!
MCH: What did you take, I am going home at all!
I think you’re going like you want to rape me!
Yes, I don't have time to rape you - there hockey in 10 minutes starts, and I have 4 quarters to go home! And he begins to leave...

I have not seen such a sad face in girls for a long time.