He turned and observed flicker of street lights, wishing he was again in the comfort of the circle of light. Few more steps till the next bench, he cheered himself and strode forward. Suddenly it felt as if he fell in a plum pudding, wold turned into hazy blur of dark shades. Surprised, he noticed his foot shooting up as if someone tripped him. Moment later, with his arms instinctively pressed forward, he did hit the ground, because he was tripped. Again, instinctively, he kicked away the wire or cord that he imagined was to blame for his fall, but then sharp pain in his back announced that someone was there behind him, assailant's knee on his spine.
"What the..." he hissed.
Punch at his kidneys took all the wind from him, rough hand covering his mouth. Attacker smelled of strong chemical, not unlike industrial grade detergent, of motor oil and something acrid. With skilled moves, assailant serached him, taking the cell phone out of his pocket.
"Can you understand me..." voice asked quietly in German.
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