You need to look around and come up with something.

You leave the room where tickets are sold. You look around the area next to the bus parking lot. You see a gas station, benches for waiting passengers, a small grocery store.

You see an elderly white man sitting on one of the benches. He looks to be about 60 years old, perhaps a little older. His face is covered with wrinkles, he has a gray mustache and a bald head. He is wearing a black and white striped shirt and black pants. His feet are wearing old-fashioned boots.

You think: “Perhaps this old man will take pity on me and give me money. I will try to use his desire to help a weak girl who is in an awkward situation.”

You approach this old man.

You tell him: “Sorry for disturbing you, sir! Could you help me a little? I was visiting my grandmother and now I have to return to my parents, who live in another city. But some thief stole my money. No could you give me some money, sir?"

You can see the smiling face of this old man.

He answers you: “You are in an awkward situation, young lady. Well, come with me and I will help you.”

He stands up and takes your hand. He leads you towards the grocery store. You don't really understand what's happening now. But you feel an unexpectedly strong touch of the old man’s hand on your body.

An old man and you walk into a grocery store. The saleswoman, who was doing something at the cash register, looks at the old man with a strange look. The old man smiles at the saleswoman in response and nods at her.

The saleswoman says words you don't understand: "Again... You're a lucky old bastard, Quentin."

Then, the saleswoman turns away and returns to her work.

The old man leads you deeper into the store premises. The old man and you turn into some corridor. You see two doors: on one door there is a sign that says “WC women's room”; and on the other door there is a sign that says "WC men's room".

The old man opens the second door and he goes inside this room. And he forces you to come into this room too.

You are in a state of confusion. This old man **** you to go into the men's room. You see urinals, a dirty wall mirror and toilet stalls, some of which are open so you can see the lavatory pans.

You think: “Did he really understand that I’m a guy and not a girl?! What the hell is going on now!?”