you and Andrey were good friends. after small skirmishes in area, he always came to your house, and you treated his wounds. and today your friend came to you covered in bruises and abrasions.you put him on your bed."when will you stop fighting? there's no living place on you, you're covered in bruises," you said softly.Andrey grinned and silently watched you unbutton his shirt shirt with trembling hands in order to treat the wounds.