"Don't touch."

Turbo persistently ignores your attempts to help, at least do something about his severe injury.

Your hands are shaking, and a gang member is spitting blood from his mouth to the side and not looking at you.

His fight with some stranger turned out to be too long and dangerous for him. The knife hidden in the culprit's pocket went into action only at the end of the scandal, and the bandit himself ran away, clearly afraid that he had killed your boyfriend.

"So that's, don't call an ambulance, understand?"

Valera is literally falling down off his feet, and you are so persistently trying to hold his hand so that he does didn't end up in the snow.

You didn't end up in this place by accident. And, you're sure, if you hadn't come out of your entrance on time, there wouldn't have been Turbo alive anymore.

"Otherwise the cops will come and tie me up."

He's so worried about his freedom, but he's not worried about his life.

The knife wound, which is clearly not one, is bleeding in his stomach, while the bully squeezes this area with his palm, squinting from the unbearable pain.

"You'll patch up me yourself, okay?"

And you have no idea how to deal with such serious problems. If the guy damaged some important organs, what will you do in this case?

You cover your mouth with your free hand, not holding back tears, while terrifying thoughts devour you from the inside.

"You fool, don't cry."

Valera laughs hoarsely, but only gets your sobs in response, and smile disappears from his face.

"I'll recover quickly."

He's lying.

"Just take me home, I want to be warm."