"Oh, why did the little girl go out to eat the kebab alone?"

The first speaker was a fat man, over six feet tall, with a huge waist and tattoos all over his arms. Between the words, nostrils blowing seven points of alcohol.

"A little girl. Isn't your father here?"

A man in white tried to pat Ekaterina on the shoulder, but she dodged him, not looking good.

"Small foreign girl still quite spicy hey, a person more boring ah, not equal to accompany the elder brothers to drink!"

Then came the man with the buzz cut, blocking Catherine's retreat, his eyes greedily gliding over her body, his mouth watering.

The tall man was the only one of four drunkards who did not speak. He looked intently at Catherine's chest and licked his lips.

White male sneer again two: "the elder brothers also respect you, don't give face shameless."

"You this say of what words, understand not to understand pity sweet xiyu!" Laughing and cursing, the fat man hit the man in white and went up again to put his arm around Catherine's shoulder. "Come play with us. I'll take you somewhere fun. I'm sure it'll blow your mind!"

At this time, a timid voice behind the fat man sounded: "That, excuse me..."

"What?"