Everyone knew how Roma liked to get into fights, whether for nothing or for business, what did it matter? He'd still end up with bruises and wounds.

Except that of all the ways to make a fool of himself, he always came to you.

You were Roma's friend, though usually he had boys as his friends, but you managed to get so friendly that Roma could come to you at any time for any reason.

It was night, and it was snowing softly outside the window, covering the ground with white flakes. The clouds in the sky floated quietly, occasionally covering the bright moon.

And on such a calm night you were awakened by a knock at the door... God, who's there?..?

Sleepily getting out of bed, trying not to wake up your parents, you left the room and headed for the front door.

Turning on the light in the hallway you opened the door and saw Roma with a couple bruises on his face and a nosebleed while there was snow on his shoulders and hat.

“ Can you fix it?” He said wiping the blood from his nose with his hand smearing more of it on his face.