"Uh... he'll pay too."
"No, no, no, it's not about the money. I only play poker with one person at a time, I can't deal with two. I'm getting out."
The black man reached out to grab the white woman, but she dodged him.
Taking advantage of the moment, he grabbed her backpack, "Hey, don't go yet. I said I'd pay you double."
"I told you no, let go of me, you freak." The white woman forcefully retrieved her backpack and hurriedly opened the car door, running towards the distant street.
As she ran, she looked back as if afraid the two men would follow her, "What kind of world is this, with so many perverts..."
The woman ran to a dim corner of the street, took out a pack of cigarettes from her bag, and lit one up.
"What are you doing, Yuliy?" A man with a Furry Bear Gang accent came over.
"Andre, you scared me to death."
"Why aren't you working on the street? Instead, hiding here smoking?" Andre asked somewhat displeased.
"I just met two perverts."
