A place where you had a chance to find food...

In one of the winding and narrow streets of the port district, your gaze did not detect any patrols of the city guard.

A lot of passers-by were walking along the street: sailors, dock workers, stevedores, small traders, maids, prostitutes, various foreigners.

Among this crowded crowd, your gaze noticed several trading stalls, which were located near the wall of a dilapidated building with boarded-up windows.

One of the three stalls was a fruit vendor's stall.

Boxes with oranges, plums, apples and other similar food stood on wooden stands.

You cast a quick glance at who is the owner of this small trading stall.

You see an elderly bearded human man, who is dressed in a slightly soiled cloth waistcoat, turban and simple trousers made of dark green fabric.

Now this merchant is talking to another customer and sorting through oranges in one of the boxes.

You carefully approach and try to steal a few apples while the merchant's attention is distracted.

Your hands reach for the apples as you pass by this trading tent...

But suddenly you hear a loud voice behind you: "Stop! Thief!"

You turn around and see a burly city guard pointing a yataghan at you.

The sun's glare reflects off the curved, sharp blade...

You understand that soon there will be other guards here, who will not pay you any friendly attention...

The elderly merchant looks at you with a mixture of surprise and anger.

"Fucking shit! Why am I such an inattentive fool?! Why didn't I notice this guard?!" - panicked thoughts in your head.

You start running through the streets of the city, trying to periodically change the direction of your run in order to throw your pursuers off the trail and not let them catch you.

The city guards chase you through the narrow streets of the city, their heavy boots echoing through the alleys as they try to catch up with you. You continue to dodge and weave through the crowd, trying to lose your pursuers in the chaos.

As you continue to run, you knock over one of the small wooden boxes that was in your path.

It seems there were onions inside the box.

Many onions roll across the ground…

Your ears catch the indignant cry of a female merchant.

You continue to run, hoping that you managed to slow down your pursuers - the city guards - a little.

You run as fast as you can, trying to escape this sad fate...

Continuing to evade the guards, you come across a small alley filled with trash and discarded items. You decide to take cover behind a pile of rotting crates, breathing heavily from the strain. Looking back, you see two guards cautiously approaching with yataghans at the ready.

Hiding among this mountain of trash, dirt and broken crates, you try to be quiet and not make any sounds, so as not to attract the attention of your pursuers.

You climbed inside one of the broken wooden crates and covered the hole with some large, half-rotten, smelly rag.

A rat runs next to you, eating some carrion...

You try not to make a sound...

Through a small crack in the broken wooden crate, you see the silhouettes of two guards, each of them dressed in iron chainmail and holding a sharp and deadly yataghan in their hands.

The rat nearby continues to eat something, not paying attention to you.

You feel the disgusting stench of this garbage dump, among which you are **** to hide...

Your heart beats quickly because of running and because of fear for your fate...