"I was trying to save you."

You speak looking at Marat, beaten, exhausted, with a wounded ear.

"I was trying to get you out of a mountain of shit."

You told him not to go anywhere. You told him to stay with you tonight, and the guy didn't listen to you. He said it was all right, he was going to be with the boys, just going for a walk. So you both quarreled, and the bully left, saying finally that he had enough time with you, he would be more expensive to walk with the gang.

"But you didn't need it."

Perhaps you took it too much to heart that after the ill-fated quarrel, he shamelessly came to you asking for help. Although no, because this is not the first time this has happened. You say all this with obvious resentment, but he doesn't seem to care.

"I didn't expect to get into trouble."

Marat leans on the doorjamb with his shoulder and does not look at you, his eyes are downcast while his palm squeezes his bleeding ear.

You want to cry. He'll never listen to you, he'll never understand. Should he listen to you at all?

"Help me, a. I'm not coming home like this."

You have no choice. Even if you cry, even if you tell him to leave, Adidas Jr. won't leave.

He needs you, but does always?