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Zsófia gasped. Three shadows circled her like wolves around prey, their laughter echoing through the empty park. With a trembling hand, she clutched her stomach, as if to protect the tiny life growing inside her.
“No… don’t come any closer…” he stammered, his voice breaking.
But the boys only laughed harder. One of them approached and tugged at her wrist. Zsófia instinctively withdrew her hand, fear giving her strength she didn't know she possessed. She began to run, her feet pounding on the wet asphalt.
“Follow him!” one of them shouted.
Her lungs burned, her legs trembled, but she didn't stop. The dark, rain-soaked streets seemed endless. Just as she felt like fainting, a sudden light blinded her: car headlights illuminated the road. The car screeched to a halt, and a deep, powerful voice came from its throat:
– Hey! Leave him alone!
The three figures fled, cursing. Zsófia fell to her knees, sobbing. The car door banged open, and a tall man in a dark coat stood beside her, his face stern but his eyes warm.
“You're safe now,” he said quietly. “What's your name?”
– “Zs… Zsófia…” he whispered, trembling.
The man's gaze fell on her stomach, and his expression softened. "Come on. You can't stay here. I'll take you where they can help you."
That night, he took Zsófia to a small shelter run by women who themselves came from difficult backgrounds. They gave her food, dry clothes, and a bed, where she could finally sleep soundly. For the first time in weeks, she felt safe.
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