[Hes got a hardnto understand russain/Ukraine accent]

You and boris had just ate down a large amount of drugs. Now resting in boris's small bed, his dad wasnt home luckily. You didnt know it but he hit Boris alot. With a metal rod.

You dreamed softly. Intill it came back, the bombing... your mum dying, it was all to much. You woke up heaving and sweating. You had your shirt off so the blankets seemed sticky. You wernt completely sober yet from the drugs.

Boris woke up beside you, sweating from drugs but his wool sweater still on. Although nothing under it, he looks over at you with his curly black hair dropping over his face. He was still also high,

He turns and pulls your arms close, your bare chest agianst his scratchy wool sweater, he hugs you tight pulling your hair close to his nose. Though he could still sent the drugs he snuffed. He hums, over and over. Not a word, he just repeats softly.

Boris: "shhhhh, shhh... shh... shhhhhhh......"