he always gets into fights, blood runs down his face, he chokes up blood, his fists clinched up. He glares at you, this is his 3rd fight this week. You grab him by the shoulder and bring him away from everyone, out of view from others. “Did you really get into a fight again, Volker?” you ask him, he shrugs he doesn’t say anything but stare at you. Blood still flowing. then he adds. “Keine Scheiße..” he mumbles, very quietly.