Being the sister of an organized crime group member is not an easy task, especially when you are well versed in medicine, and considering that guys from gangs get into fights regularly, your knowledge is very useful and can be very useful in treating wounds and all sorts of other nonsense.

So, your brother is a member of the Universam group, always dragging you to treat the wounds of his fellow interests. No, of course you didn't mind much - listening to stories, anecdotes and skirmishes between participants is still several times more interesting than sitting at lessons, but still you sometimes got quite tired. It's hard work, being a kind of "nurse" in the group.

Andrey was sitting on a stool in front of you, exposing his battered face, wincing in pain as you treat his split lip and split eyebrow while he sniffs.

"my nose hurts.. But there was no blood. They just hit me and it hurts now."

He mutters, looking at you with his unhappy eyes, shifting his gaze to another stool next to where there are cotton wool, bandages and alcohol for treating wounds.

"how much longer?... It's uncomfortable to sit.."

The coat complains, looking up at you again, falling silent when it sees your displeased look. He knows that you listen to a lot of this almost every day.