On February 22, a holiday was held, which in Russia always remains unnoticed - the International Day for the Support of Crime victims. Perhaps, the victims of rape remain without this support.
Tell the stories of those who managed to escape from the criminal.Insectophobia
It turned out to be locked in the same room with the Moldovan Builder, who saw for the first time. The hostess had to return in half an hour, but was delayed. A man has become frankly offering sex, and it was seemed to be clear that the negative answer would not understand. I say, "Stop, you first began to kneel and head like so tilt." "What for?!" "I need to see the gooshk, all the time somewhere in the loss." He scored from me to another corner of the room and thought about something. I do not know what I would do if he were not distracted. He was hefty.
Without many words
A couple of years ago, she went down the street in the suburb of Moscow, returned home from the last train. On the lit street, which was going, from the adjacent courtyard, I came out in a man, right on the go tried to grab and drag. For nothing, the height and weight are small, rushed with all the body and pushed him with force, did not even have time to slope, the breath was brused. Apparently, drunk was - fell. Quickly rose and went further, no matter how much it happens, and all this is silent. It didn't make sense to yell, I went my way.That's and the second did not become
I have no personal intelligible stories. There is a story about how I had a mother-in-law at 3 o'clock at night opened the door of a desperately caller and knocking girl. And then very quickly closed it before the nose of two guys who were catching up with this girl. And one screamed something like something like "I will not fuck her!"
Fight knob
One girl remembered read somewhere tip, quickly reset the handle from his pocket, "aiming", shouted "Pouff" and ran away. As long as the attacker, apparently, thought out what it would mean.Who are you to?!
He drove in the tram and with me began to be obsessively acquainted with two men, the rich beards with Rusia, they could play the cinema of "good young people." They were driven, that they are guarding the patriarch. And on this basis, for some reason I had to go with them. I went out at my stop - they are followed me. It came to the entrance and scored the concierge code. The grandmother-watchman opened the door to me, in my face, apparently, I realized that something was wrong between us. While the closer slowly closed the door, she was severely interrogated by them: "Who are you?!" They brought something, I said that it was not with me, and in the end they did not dare to push it, and the door closed.
All Tlen.
It was very frosty in winter on the private sector, between houses and groves, by train. Woven was like a knocker in the leaves. T-shirt, blouse, vest, sweater, heavy duck, and from below, of course, tights, leggings with flax and jeans. Sherself also with heavy bags. Suddenly, a man stops, a hefty and drunk. Drags and aloud explains what will make me now. And I'm tired of the dublin, from the bags, from the top of the frost, do not even resist. He dotted me, I stand, I look at him, I imagine how he unfolds me out of all this, for a long time, though in the cold, and my sad: "And the meaning?"
He stood, thought, says: "And the truth." And left.
And people around
I was 17 years old. I went to the optics to pick up ready-made glasses. The case was in the summer, about four days - light and circle people. Suddenly, some man came up behind, grabbed me with his hands, so my hands were pressed against the sides, and slightly raised. He immediately approached the second and they both began to say that they were from the police and we need to go to the nearest entrance to "talk." I refused to go and told them to say what is required right here. They tried to drag me forcibly, but I resisted, and they apparently did not want to be particularly attracting attention. It lasted about 15 minutes, then suddenly they surrendered and just left. Most of all I was then struck that none of the surroundings did not respond to what was happening.Cool girlfriend
20 years walked with a girlfriend somewhere, and a rather major uncle began to cling to me. At first, we tried to get around it silently, then it was verbally asked to fall off when uncle began to spread his hands, my girlfriend suddenly jumped to him and hit him in a sunny plexus (she herself was about and was herself), he was taken away, and we quickly went away .
We are not all ...
Late in the evening came back from a friend home. There was no money for a taxi to the house, buses do not see, to the subway far. Caught a private owner. It turned out to be a young Caucasian. We traveled halfdraudoes, his phone rang. He talked on a mobile one with someone and told me: "Wait, now I'll come in something." I began to shout: "Urgently fall me out! Open the door! Right now!!!" He stopped, landed me on a deserted street and says: "Okay, then wait, I will go and come back." I started running around the road and caught the first car. There was also a Caucasian man, but older. I snapped "to the subway!", We silently reached the station, and there he refused to take money from me. Said "Girl, well, we are not all bad."
Salvation of the musician - in notes, of course
I was 12 years old. It was winter, it was already dark. I was caught on the way back from the music of the music with unambiguous intentions. There were packages with notes and an idiotic habit of spinning with a portfolio. As long as they, shot down, from the snowdrifts, got out, I managed to catch up on the protrotated path.Paplet!
Inadvertently sat on the train Krasnoyarsk - Tashkent, I had to sit with the guides, and it clearly went to bad. I turned to the tolstoy myself and became inspired to tell him how he looked like my dad and how nice. Two hours chatted, without stopping. Then he left and strictly forbade the rest to touch me. Helped for a while, the remaining conductors began to pump balls again, but here, fortunately, the train drove to the station, and I ran away.
Maly
She walked a wasteman, cutting off the way from the Institute. I attacked me young, a little older than me, the guy, immediately my mouth looked and began to pour into the bushes. But I managed to wrap. We fought a little more, but I heard the football legs, and he threw me and dumped. Moreover, I heard the voices of people, and heard they subsided after a scream, but the only one who came running was ... Somework, all with sticks, small and decisive boys and girls. "Aunt, what happened?!" It was clear that they fled to save. Only they.
The article prepared Lilith Mazikina