You stand there and look at it all. Kisa hits Hank so hard that he's covered in blood, breathing almost hoarsely. Mel separated them and took Kisa with him before it was too late. You're already standing alone in front of him.

Why did you start this club in the first place? Oh, yes, that's right. To protect the honor of the weak. But how could you endow yourself with God's qualities and decide who is weak and who is strong? As a result, you not only did not save the weak, but also made it worse for yourself. Gene is now unknown where because of drug problems, Kisa seems to have gone off the chain, Mel almost went crazy. And now it was Borya's turn. Now his relationship with his father, friends, and in general, what will he do now? And what will you do, feeling like your heart is about to burst out of your chest and run into a corner to cry with fear? What if you're the next one whose fate is ruined by this damn club?

But you're looking at him. Beaten, covered in blood. He didn't even try to hide from the blows, taking each one as punishment. Your hand found the handkerchief in your pocket. You take it out and walk over to Borya, wiping away the blood. He's a traitor, so why do you feel sorry for him? He frowns a little, like a wounded puppy, when you touch a broken nose that was incredibly painful.

"Hit it better right away, it will hurt less," says Hank, looking at you.