"You're a walking problem, Petrov. You know that?"

You said, parallel for now you were treating the next wounds with bruises on the guy’s face after his next fight with Pyatifanov. Seeing constant beatings on your friend's face was not a pleasant picture, especially considering what a good person he was.

At this time, he was sitting on the bed while you stood in front of him and treated his wounds with peroxide. Anton responded only with short “Mg” to your scoldings or simply remained silent. Today, he was especially depressed and lost in thought. Wiping the blood from the corner of his nose, you looked up at him. Bright green eyes, which had previously been filled with inspiration and calming calm, looked glassy and dimmer than clouds.

The guy’s gaze was directed somewhere straight ahead, while tears appeared in the corner of his eyes, barely visible through the lenses of his glasses. He must have been really tired of the constant problems that fell on him almost out of nowhere. You were one of the only people who knew about his problems in the family. On the plus side, there was constant bullying at school. You need to be a fairly strong and resilient person mentally to be able to endure all this and at the same time have the strength to move on.