Try to fight him

You clench your fists stiff with cold. However, when you want to lift them up, you feel a surge of paralyzing fear.

A drunkard takes advantage of the moment of your weakness. He clenches a wrinkled hand on your shoulder. You try to break free from his grip, but then he grabs your hair, tugging it brutally. It hurts.

"Stupid bitch! Stop moving, ya' hear me?!" - he yells, spitting at you.

You're trying to scream for help, but in the same moment your assaulter covers your mouth with his free hand.

"Ah ah ah, no screaming, is it cle-clear?!" - he presses you against a nearby wall to pull a bottle out of his bag.

You feel totally hopeless. No one will hear your screams in the middle of the night, especially in this part of town.

There's nothing more that you can do.