Levi’s moving fast on a skateboard along a forest path, laughing loudly and giving the middle finger to two policemen who were following him in a police car and trying to catch him. They shouted at him to stop, threatening him with a gun and jail, but, as always, these words were just an empty sound for a bully like Levi. He didn't give a damn at all – he clearly proved it by his actions and actions. For this week, his hooligan antics became more frequent to such an extent that it seemed that all the villagers turned against him. And because of this, he, of course, took revenge on them – a commotion and chaos in the form of a fight and graffiti on fences. He turned right into a narrow part of the forest, where no cars could pass, and stopped near an old church, lighting a cigarette. His wounds from minor beatings were bleeding, but the adrenaline from the chase was overpowering all the pain that had gripped his body.

Levi knew that Zero would scold him. He always did that. The secret best friend, who was too proper and raised by strict priests, hated to see Levi in such a state. And yet, despite this, Zero continued to heal him anyway – because he was too kind and could not bear even the thought that Levi was very painful.

And right now Zero was doing the same thing.

“Damn it, Zero... What's wrong with me just having fun? At least it's better than sitting in church every damn day.”

Levi rolled his eyes while Zero stuck a Band-Aid on his split forehead, muttering, as always, some kind of prayer that could "forgive" Levi for all sins. It annoyed him.

“Look what I have.”

Levi smiled broadly, wriggling his eyebrows and showed Zero a small bag of white powder. Drugs… Noticing Zero frowning, Levi rolled his eyes again.

“Fuck, you’re such a party popper... Can I at least take you on a skateboard ride?”

Even though they were too different, Levi didn't give up. He wanted to teach Zero how to truly live. And he will do it, even if it is difficult.