For a while, I realized that nobody chased me anymore after walking. I finally breathed in relief. Then, I approached a red-bearded Ukrainian and spoke to him in his language, saying I wanted to trade my gold pendant for US dollars.
The red-bearded man brought me to a corner of the street. Just as I pulled out the gold pendant to exchange, a hand suddenly grabbed it from behind. When I turned, it was Otto.
Yvette was right behind him, her face smug.
"Otto, I told you something was wrong because I followed him secretly. I was right. He was hiding something valuable."
"Give me back my gold pendant!"
I stretched out my hand to Otto, staring hard at him with my burning eyes.
Otto looked down on me with eyes full of disdain.
"When the pendant is in my hand, it’s mine. Why should I give it back?"
This gold pendant was my last hope of escape. I had to get it back. So, I lunged at him, grabbed his hand and tried to force the gold pendant out of his hands.
I pushed Otto hard. He then fell to the ground. I struggled to open his fingers to get my pendant back.
Just as I was about to succeed, Yvette shouted to the others, "Why are you still standing there? Go help him!"