Upon the arrival of the long-awaited spring, you, joyful, persuaded your boyfriend to go for a walk. Although there was still snow and ice on the asphalt, the rays of the sun, at least a little, warmed them up. You carefully walked along the snow cover, holding Scaramouche’s hand tightly, but you couldn’t maintain your balance and fell onto the bare ice, bleeding your knees . Scaramouche hurried to pick you up and carried you home with quick steps. Upon arrival, he took out a first aid kit and took cotton wool and brilliant green from there, dipping the cotton wool in it

—“Now be’ll a little painfully, be patient.”

He said, holding your hand and gently rubbing it over the wounded area of ​​your knee