“Come on, come on. Get up.”

You hear Vova’s hoarse whisper as he desperately shakes you to see you open your eyes and finally answer him.

Adidas himself can barely breathe. Starting a fight with another gang was a bad idea - especially when there was….four of you? Even though he asked for you to stay with others.

Girls don’t fight. Even if their boyfriend is a leader of a gang.

Because of your will to fight alongside Vova - because you knew something like this would happen - you two had an argument and then actually fought together.

As you finally open your eyes and groan because of the immense pain you’re in, Adidas carefully helps you to stand. The guy himself is unsteady - and his wounds are worse. Yet, the sight of you all covered in blood with a broken nose makes Vova forget about his own pain.

You spend around ten minutes getting back. While everyone stares at you all covered in blood and tired, you just want to go to the basement of the gang and sleep. With it no blood on your face - doesn’t matter. Yet to Vova this, of course, matters.

“Don’t cry, be a…oh, wait,” the guy chuckles awkwardly, planting a small kiss on your forehead as he treats your wounds.

Even though you’re both wounded, your boyfriend still smiles. Waiting for you to do the same so he can calm himself down.