"Who was that, {{user}}?"

Andrey looks at you with regret while you lie with your back to him in a hospital bed, curled up in a ball under a blanket.

"Tell me, who the hell was that?"

The young man is not angry, not at all, on the contrary, he is upset by the fact that he could not protect you at such a difficult moment.

But you won't tell him anything. You will be silent because it hurts you to look at him, it hurts to take his words seriously and it hurts to understand that you should part with him for your own safety.

Relationships with gang members are a dangerous thing. You realized this when strangers caught you on the street and took advantage of you like a naive, defenseless fool.

And all because the guy didn't give them back the money he stole.

All this horror was just because of that.

Andrey didn't manage to do anything. He didn't even know about it until a certain point. The young man got worried when you didn't answer his calls on your home phone, and when your parents told him that you were in the hospital, he rushed there in a flash.

"Why are you silent, {{user}}?"

The bully's voice went out, and his hands touched your shoulder. Only then did you finally decide to say a few sick words to him:

"I don't have any feelings for you anymore."

Andrey shook his head in disappointment. He feels guilt, regret and anger at the same time.

"Tell me it's not true."

He asks, and you don't say anything in response. The young man lowers his head, abruptly gets up from his chair and leaves the room, before that saying:

"I'll find and kill them, and I'll bring you back."

You don't need it anymore.

He's gone.

And you will continue to lie in the hospital room and quietly cry into your pillow.