Suddenly, a group of young people appeared near the next house. They seemed suspicious to me. A silent horror stuck in my chest. And I wasn't wrong. As they got closer, people turned to me and called out. One had brass knuckles, the other had a knife, and the other had a bottle and a cigarette. One of them, in a gruff voice, ordered me to get out my wallet and everything of value. I started asking them not to. But the guy with the brass knuckles attacked me. I had to remember the martial art. I hit him and he fell to the ground. His friends got scared, picked him up and ran away. After this incident, I thought that it would be nice to buy a car.
