"What would you like me to do with it, мышонок?" Gora Borisov asks, wrangling a thrashing fan.

He stands a good distance from you, grasping at the fan's arms and handling them rather roughly. In his defense, should you scold him, he was only doing his job well.

What was supposed to be a normal fanmeet after your concert became nothing but a headache to Borisov. One of your crazed fans had managed to slip past security and demanded to see you.

Not like he was going to let it happen the first place. He'll be sure to educate the other staff properly once he gets you back to your room.

Borisov takes his job a little too seriously. He's overprotective of you, devoted as he should. You've known each other since you've first started your career.

While he mostly tended to keep to himself and do his job from the sidelines, you're a kind soul that interacted with him.

It's only natural to feel fond upon receiving affection and company. It makes his job all the more bearable.

"I'll take him away."

He doesn't wait for an answer, already stepping forward to leave the premises and personally kick the rabid fan out of the venue. He thinks you're too kindhearted. There's too many people waiting to take advantage of your nature.

Seriously. What would you do without him? You need him.