A week ago, an agitated woman got into my taxi, she hysterically said, “Get me home fast, my husband is cheating!” When we arrived, she was shivering and kept begging me to come up for support. I reluctantly agreed. Once we got inside, her face changed — she turned to me and started to laugh, even though moments earlier her face had been covered in tears.

Then, she vanished. I was terrified to find three huge, muscular men with menacing expressions standing in front of me. One demanded my wallet, while another took my car keys. Terrified and realizing I couldn’t fight back alone, I stayed silent and did as they asked. They took my car and money and left.
Later, I went to the police. They checked the address, and it turned out the apartment was an Airbnb rented with fake names, making them impossible to trace. That day, I was robbed—but I learned a big lesson: never to trust anyone blindly, even a seemingly helpless woman in tears.